Becoming
Make it, break it
Going to take it
Higher now.
Careful, watch
Your step, upon
The fragile stair.
Climbing, flying,
Opening doors
That are yours,
Constructed by
Your own hand
Like you planned.
You have vision
You have dreams
Making truth
Out of naught
But your dear
Held thoughts.
You have magic
You have power
Do it now
Make this your
Crowning hour
Shine brilliant free.
The world is
Breathless waiting
For you to be.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
February, 04, 1995
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