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.
Not a crown we bleed to wear—
But a seed we grow
In courage and care.
©Ebube

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