POEMA

 My heart and mind have a dream, our dream, 

one that we want to really achieve.

To achieve it I need to put in the hours,

and I need to gain enough power.

so that even if times get rough,

I can still stay tough.

If there is a slight bit of wanting to give up,

I remember myself that my goal is wanting to make it to the top.

My progress will need to grow, somewhat like a tower. 

I must blossom and thrive, just like a flower.

I need to stand out and I must not be coward. 

It's sort of like making a cake and I am the flour. 

You start with the base and work yourself up. 

Ingredients one by one, mixing them with care and precision,

adding flavor and texture, making it fun.

Devouring each moment and savoring the grind, 

I get better with every obstacle I overcome.

Just like the cake, my dreams will then start to take shape.

I'll shine like a beacon and then shower with success,

Tell me will the happiness now really even compare to all the stress?

By Samantha Grace Moore