A poem about trying to reach to my goals.


1. Reach

    I reach up

to all the stars

My fingers tingle

In aspiration

I'm almost there

With some growth

My fingers see

Beyond what they

do now

Right now they are stuck

in awful, bland memories interwoven with emptiness

But soon they will rise

like a plant when it's

ready to grow

I'm on my tip toes

Stretching to reach


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