If I had the courage to put words on paper
if I had the talent and time I would,
if I were honest
Then I could.
If the path was easy
there wouldn’t be any tribulations,
just success and cheers
If time was abundant and endless
I could still be static and stagnant,
a statue carved of stone and plaster
a living fragment.
If, the great word, of defeat
Can stop my progress and tomorrow,
can create loss and pain
cause blame and sorrow.
If I allow its power to triumph
I would be an irrelevant being
if I were weak,
But, the words exist and I’m just beginning.
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