Poem 10

Too far now to see where I had beganAnother step is a painful motionThat strength alone cannot carry me forwardHave you ever tried again and againFor too long, when there might beOther possible paths to take?Much of it takes great imagination And inspiration I find not so common nowSimple tasks that would take minor effortI avoid in place of skipping learningAnd development of greater skillsIs there benefit to what comes natrualFlow and finesse alone guide my handAnd I choose to slowly grow gainIf I had long now done thisMight I see it spring through repetitive motionOut from my mouth and tongueLike words on a airy breezeAs I sit here and think ifI can quickly describe the storyNot to be hit by blocks thatStunt me to frustration Every tool available in my hand all togetherAnd every choice made intentionally likeWords I should have said, but not foundWhen I was in need of them to be foundMore I wish in this, that I could have whatCould be talent or something when viewedIn past tense is seen as greatnessI am not there nowTo see what I have achieved but who isFor its better to be where you areNever resting or stopping, which is failureI believe you to be in the same wayBut would hope to save youFrom any flaws, like youMight save me from thisDangerous and risky road that IHope to find greatnessIn every measure, including saving you