And you are not making a sound
You think you won
But I won't accept defeat
I have to get through this somehow
I look at the door
and it is far away
But I have to complete this mission
I know my arms will be tired
But I have to fight
In order for me to make it
As I grind my teeth
And prepare for this struggle
I hear the crowd in my head scream "Come On"
I have to make my decision soon
So I begin to ready my arms
I grab the culprits one by one
And hold them in the air
And then I take them to their resting spot
Which is up two flights of stairs
I won!! I won!! I say to myself!
And then I look at the wounds of the war.
I have whelps and it has grown redder with time
But then again
The battle ....I have won!!
So what if you say I am foolish
Because I don't think so at all
Cause who would like to make two or three trips
When they can only make one
This poem makes me think of the meaning of determination and the feeling of reaching a goal in life. This pic make me think of when I would try to carry my stuff up 4 flights of stairs at the dorms that one semester...had to take a break before going back downstairs to get the rest...sweating bullets after like two trips.
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