Sonnet on the Self

Yesterday found me down on my knees

Alone, with nothing but the weight I hold,

Tomorrow will find my burning, bleeding feet

From how I leapt to brush my fingers to gold.

The bar is set so high that I'd need wings-

I'd need to fly to reach the things I've dreamt.

But I wasn't born with any of those blessings;

All I have is a heart of failed attempts.

Tomorrow I'll jump, I know it could be rough.

I'll bleed, but I think I could reach the sun.

And if, when I come down, it's not enough,

I'll know it's time to take my dreams and run.

The things I want have always been so close,

And after all of this, I won't let go.

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