My Fire Will Not Cool

It's over.

I'm done. 

Don't try to convince me.

I'm not going on anymore.

I'm so tired.

I need a break,

Or I will break.

It's too much.  

A thousand tears are shed.

Everything is aching.

I just want to go to bed.

Everything just keeps taking. 

I look up.

And there it is.

My precious cup

From which I must drink.

The tears begin to dry,

And I stand up again.

I feel ready to try

to achieve what I have yet to gain.

My peers may beat me.

My friends may doubt me.

They might hurt me.

They might abandon me.

But I will rise.

I will conquer all.

Won't that be a surprise?

I will not fall.

My passion is my fuel.

They will try to quell it,

But my fire will not cool.

They will see in a little bit.

I will travel so far

Off of that fiery passion.

I will hurdle over the bar.

No, my fire will not cool.