Life...
A gapping sea of challenges
As we reach for the stars
With all things comes pursuit
With every stride
We get a step closer
Of all things deemed excellence
Though this requires much might
With the scraps, bruises and abrasions along the way
There will come many trials
Miles of scorn and pain
Many scores of rejection
Ample in its ways
Whatever the technicalities
Faint not
Allow the bosoms of timing to make lay
The abrupt stirs of adversity
Just a doorstep
Allow the divine to make way
I give my just due to the potter
And HIS skilled craftsmanship
For HE is the way
For every promise
A birthing
A renewal succumbs
Let this be the day
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