Survival
Like a string on a bow,
you get tugged,
pulled so far back,
you think you may just snap.
Like an arrow,
you soar,
Form. Aim. Fire. Miss.
What went wrong?
You can't succeed on your own.
One needs a guide.
Like a bow and arrow,
hitting the target
requires the wind.
Take a breath. Try again.
Form. Aim. Fire. Hit.
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