little girl, BIG expectations

With the Sky in My Hands

By: iHope Poet

What will I do with the sky in my hands;

With the clouds and the birds and the light in my hands?

What will I do as I hold to what’s true

With what’s there and so “real” and so “now” and so “blue”?

 I will stand very tall

Just to reach it and all

Oh, I'll probably falter a few or more times.

But still I’ll remain

With the world yet to gain

 I’ll have to have vision; be honest and brave.

Where will I go with the sky in my hands?

Will I travel to places not seen here on land?

How will I grip what I hold in my mind,

If right now I struggle to leave what’s past behind?

Well, the universe works

With the shadow that lurks

At the edge of all colors and stars up in space.

Though that darkness is bleak

I will not be made weak

By the things which seem evil; for good’s what I seek.

Why do I think of the sky like it’s mine?

Sometimes people feel they need big things to shine.

Well, I realize now that it’s not what I own,

It’s the good I achieve that will make my worth show.

So for now I will do

All I can to be true

Like the universe, sky and this massive world, too.

I won’t try to hold things

That are greater than me,

Instead I’ll take time to reach who I should be.