Poetry

Success

a Poem by Raquel Swann

The highest branch of the tallest tree

Holds the secret,

Has the key.

I haven’t been that high and I can’t climb

There aren’t answers

And little time.

Oh I how I wish I could just fly

Or stretch my hand

If it wasn’t that high.

I’m throwing all which belongs to me

Now my shoes are stuck

Up in that tree.

There are things which I will not forsake

Maybe I’ll get lucky

and the branch will break.

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