Sometimes people sense the high
Sometimes people sense the high,
The energy that lights your way,
And driven by a shadowed eye,
They seek to dim your bright display.
They dream of heights but miss the rungs,
Of ladders built with sweat and tears,
Their shortcuts leave them high-strung,
Unwilling to confront their fears.
In my life, it was never luck,
But strength and steadfast, fervent creed,
Devotion’s flame, through trials struck,
And sacrifices that I heed.
Stay away from those who drain,
Who lower your vibrations strong,
Their paths are paved in envy’s chain,
Their steps, a dissonant, hollow song.
Seek not the easy, fleeting win,
But hold to what you know is true,
Through sacrifice, the dreams begin,
And in the fight, you will renew.
For in the struggle, there’s a light,
A fire that burns within your core,
With every sacrifice and fight,
You rise, you soar, forevermore. RC