Date Written: 23 April 2024
Whether a desperation or a plea to escape one’s circumstances
Nothing can be achieved without a will of determination and a handful of helping hands
No matter the grievances, the guilt, and the shame
We must never settle for less but never amount to more beyond our means
As when limits start to break, so does our will to live the same as we did before the limits’ break
We start to crave more than we bargained for
We become accustom to the rewards of surpassing one’s limits
And fear less the risks that may sometimes out-weigh the rewards
We begin to lose sight of the privilege our limits once gave us
And reach for the stars or the fruit on the tree, forever just out of reach
But we will still always somehow find a way
To breach and break our limits once again
So that we may feel the heat of the stars burning hugging our hands
And the fruit once with vigor is now just wasted and rotted, just like our once aspiring plans
Sometimes wanting more makes less of what you already have
We all have something
We all have vigor and resolve
But once those limits break,
What used to set us apart becomes a blurred line of what used to hold us together
And now we can no longer tell the difference between a risk and a reward