I Could. I Would. And, I Will...

In a flight that has never grounded me,
To relate to life in physical limits.
To perceive an existence,
Bombarded with restrictions.
An acceptance of that...
I would not allow to weigh on my back.

Different,
I had been depicted.

But a resistence to this,
Did little to prevent my wishes...
To fulfill and make real,
Those reachable dreams.

I could. I would. And, I will...
See!
With a confidence driven by nail biting sacrifice.
And a discipline applied day and night...
To make my creative beliefs come true.
They just would not let 'me' let 'them' go.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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