I try to reach the stars but no matter how hard I try
Choking up consistently failing all the time
Never failing to reach out a hand helping to those in need
Would anyone show me the same kindness
Would anyone jump at the chance
Sitting here writing this piece we have done our dance
I reach toward the skies gripping at the stars
Buried beneath the pressuring weight I never make it that far
Drowning beneath the waves staring at the bright harvest moon
My mind travels far embracing such doom
But I keep reaching that’s all I can do
Maybe I will make it maybe someday soon
Creed's Poetry 