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A poem about rising to one's potential. |
| I take two steps and fall, but grasp, Knowing stairs will lead, To a better life than I have known, Or this I must believe. I pull myself two more, but slip, And feel I just can't go. Another step like this will lead To Death. I only know, That six more steps are within reach, So I grasp and pull up hard. Finally, the top I see A bright and shining star. |