Room to Grow
The way I unfold leaves me wondering if I still have a chance.
A chance to make it out, or to do more.
There is only so much that I can actually control in the grand scheme of things.
Circumstances that block me from acceleration leave me feeling hopeless, as if I can not save myself.
I pray to God for a swift kick in the right direction.
For an illuminated path leading me towards my one true purpose.
I am like a tree that is planted in the pot of a flower.
I have no room to fully develop into what I am destined to become.
If not by a miracle, how can one reach for the sky when they are stuck underground?
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A chance to make it out, or to do more.
There is only so much that I can actually control in the grand scheme of things.
Circumstances that block me from acceleration leave me feeling hopeless, as if I can not save myself.
I pray to God for a swift kick in the right direction.
For an illuminated path leading me towards my one true purpose.
I am like a tree that is planted in the pot of a flower.
I have no room to fully develop into what I am destined to become.
If not by a miracle, how can one reach for the sky when they are stuck underground?
©All Rights Reserved