The Finish Line
It began with fear, it always does,
And then self doubt, "as if I could!"
Such stars, they shine, my light felt dim,
Outranked, outclassed, belief was thin.
But then he came to lift my weight,
To bid me, "shine, go through the gate".
In me he saw potential there,
Where I percieved a canvas bare.
The days went on and flowers bloomed,
Both love and confidence illumed.
Some days I thought, "can I go on?"
Yet fearlessness in fortune's won.
I dedicate this whole month's prize,
To all who ran along my side.
This marathon of poetry,
Forever in my heart shall be.