Tenacity

Sun, 10/04/2015 - 14:10 -- sbrew24

For me there is no other option,

But up.

Up faster, farther, further.

Gripping each branch I propel myself

Higher above gravity.

Determined to feel the breeze,

I climb,

For the choices of my life sit on these

Branches of my mental tree.

Smooth in some parts, knobby in others,

I slip and toil, and sometimes fall,

But each time I look up again

And although I can no longer see the top,

I start over,

And I climb and I climb,

Each time the sky becomes a little clearer,

The branches grow thicker in some parts.

I have not seen the finish yet,

I will never see the finish

For me my goals, my life, have no end

My tenacious personality

Moves me ever forward, ever upward.

The top may be leagues away, but for this climber

I know that being stuck in the middle is not enough.

So I climb, and if you see me, I will still be climbing,

Long into my older years.

For my vivacity never runs out

It is purely me - I am tenacity. 

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