Goals
My goals I pose to me alone,
yet their reach affects the others.
Then, way too quickly, my goals are blown.
Willpower, myself, often smothers.
Failure, I've already sown.
Defeat, mine or another's.
Why do I listen, why do I hone?
I'd think I'd control my druthers.
I silence the naysayers,
at times, I tend to be,
surrendering to my god.
I release negative layers,
setting my power free.
Accomplished goals, I applaud.
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Goals
by Stephanie Daich
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