Growth Acrostics

Go the extra mile, burn the candle on both ends.
Rise above the parapet, beyond your station.
On the up and up, over your head.
Weather the storm, or wither in it.
Talk of the town, tall story.
Hard as nails, until all that nonsense breaks you.

Genuflecting reverence
Righteous humility
Oakum and pine tar
Waves crashing
The pilgrimage begins
Hear my prayer oh Goddess of the sea

Fallen

I am me
Somewhere deep down
Like snowdrops
Green growth tries to break through layers of frozen can’ts

My stomach churns
The planted bulbs want to break free
And there is not enough space within me
For all that growth

I will have to become bigger
I will have to become more
I will have to become stronger
I will have to become me
I will have to heal

I forgive myself through space and time
I am fallen
I have landed
I have lost my sword
I yield my shield
I have fallen
Eons ago
I have fallen
Without worth
I have fallen

But never was lost
Never was unseen
Never did not belong

I was fallen
To come home