POEM: To Rise Above.

Breaking the mold and soaring high,
is a feat accomplished by the few.
They travel alone, the place was dark
where tender nurtured talents grew.

A spine of steel, a determined heart,
a skin that arrows cannot pierce.
A will unbending in the roaring blast
of those that gladly cut you down.

The ones superior in their towers
looking down from higher brows,
so smart, their words cut like a knife
and spill their pride on fallow ground.

They give you acid, where you need rain.
thunderclouds to blot out your sun,
make you feel less worthy, in their fear,
knowing, if you blossom they are undone.