Pressure of Excellence


I've toiled the path a bit,  

I guess I can tell little about pressure—  

For though my days on earth seem few,  

My eyes have seen,  

And my ears have heard  

The voice of pressure.

But of excellence,  

I can say a few...  

Or maybe nothing.  

For I still seek her  

Even as you do.  

The pressure is on us all—  

As we struggle to attain  

Greater heights,  

Which give us more  

To fight for.

Yet in that climb,  

Even as we sought her,  

May we not lose sight of ourselves—  

Chasing stars but forgetting  

The light within.

May we not lose the joy  

That first lit the fire.  

May pressure not become  

A prison we mistake for purpose.

Let excellence be a journey,  

Not a crown we bleed to wear—  

But a seed we grow  

In courage and care.

©Ebube



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