picking myself up again...

Finding My Heights

By: the iHope Poet

There’s no more to believe in,

Not much to achieve, no

Motives to make me

Change my mind.

I’m turning around now.

I’m switching the paths, to

Find a new way towards

What I left behind.

I feel such emptiness

That grows and fills my soul,

As I get lost inside the

Trials of my destiny;

All that I will ever be.

I’m finding my heights, yes

I’m reaching the sky but

I must stop to rest, I’ll

Need strength for this test.

It’s no use to hide, I'm

 Not going to die. There

Aren’t winners or losers and

I won’t be the best.

I know it’s vital to

Remember who I am,

But all I’ve ever been is

Locked too deep inside to find.

The pain and tears are still there

But dry.

I guess in the end it

Will all just depend on

My foes and my friends and

How my attitude bends.

I’ll have to let go of

My fears of the past, then

Find my own place in

This world and amend.