Dear Hurting, From Healing

Dear Achiever

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Poet's Note: I know I say ALL of my poems are super important to me but... I'm just going to say, "Dear Achiever" is really meaningful to me ;) Specifically, because it (like "Dear Dreamer") focuses a lot on dreams, goals, and our desire to achieve them. Sometimes these dreams just seem completely impossible, but as this poem will tell you, we just have to keep pressing on. Life is pointless without a purpose, so why not work towards our heart's wish? Each step forward is one less left to take, so we just have to take things one step at a time. And who knows what we can truly achieve! But one thing is for certain... we'll never know if we just give up.

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Dear Achiever,

Have you traced your hand through the stars?
Seen how far the constellations reach;
How far apart they all are,
Can't even grab what you see.

Only two arms in expanse,
Not nearly strong enough to hold;
Only so much you can grasp,
Too many that you have to let go.

Supernovas, patterned blows,
So much loss every single day;
But how much more can you survive though,
Till there's nothing left to take.

Here in the void of all empty,
Floating mindless through time;
Can't even breathe as you're waiting,
For fatal descent from the sky.

So far you flew on a whim,
Risked it all on a dice roll;
Only to be paralyzed as flare hits,
Realize how naïve you were before.

Ignorance tickled your fancy,
Letting new pathways appear;
No resilience levels into mastery,
And the top step farther than you could fear.

Do you hide in hallucinations?
Buried under covers at night;
Dreaming till the nightmares awake you,
Jolting you back to daylight.

Aspirations patching like a child's artwork,
To cover day by day turning dull;
Shank of a knot wrapping tighter to bind you,
Only achieving can turn things around.

Discontent in scenery intaking,
Nothing ever seems enough;
'What ifs' and more 'if onlys',
To give life a glorious touch.

Every hope to stretch imagination,
Clenched longing, the tales grow more wild;
Drowned in dreams supporting all satisfaction,
With each disappointment broke and trampled.

More useless, fruitless, with each tick,
You can't sit patient forever;
If destiny's real, let it prove it,
Or why should you believe that you matter?

Words never seem to amount,
Yet they all claim just the same;
Uttered in moral intention,
But blatant hypocrisy's their game.

Cause are you sick in desperation?
Itching for fire to ignite;
But on your matches, doubt approved raining,
Don't they say the numbers don't lie?