fledgling

I felt lost. My chest felt heavy in question Woe gripped my heart's flesh Hungrily scraping the tender, warm flesh The drum of every second I felt like being ripped backwards Like a helpless mussel in the grip of roaring waves I struggled to breathe in my own tears. Every tear sizzled with my burning desire, Scorching the beauty of the moment That painful throb in my chest, To tear the skin of comfort I sought refuge in, Like the painful push of a butterfly in its cocoon That stubborn flame that refused to be hushed, To survive the agony greatness burdens you with Kindling the flame of great want and desire For the droplets of comfort to evaporate And let the wanted thirst of greatness reign The lusciously tempting fruit man chases But few survive the storm greatness carries along Most men often wither too early, And few possess the strength to stay afloat. That powerful voice that left ripples Painfully trying to push me to greatness The moisture cling