"My mind is spitting out ideas
With the speed of a rocket
Flying, determined,
Into that unexplored skyline.
I avoid listening to my inner fears,
Stacking them into my pocket,
Trying not to vomit
Nauseous with my desire to shine.
But things that seem hard
Are really just scary
Discouraging, slowing down,
And they're others' follies, not mine.
And it's all down to that:
How sucked out, how weary
Will I be when I wear the crown
Of my satisfied hunger to shine?"
Ekaterina Lalo, aspiring writer and poet.