Aim high, work hard. A poem.


I fear the unknown,

Yet I yearn for it.

I look back for the familiar,

Yet I dream a future.

The excitement has a biological

effect on my blood flow.

I awaken with learning,

Even if it feels unstable.

The past is known,

the seat is safe.

I want to walk a tightrope;

balance to the other side.

A literary world I’ve

tip-toed around,

pulling grasses at the edge.

Inside great flowers bloom.

I want to smell them,

touch their petals.