I have heard
that the sky is the limit
but I do not want to stop
until I touch the sun
in the moon’s pearly crescent.
The only thing keeping me
from conquering every inch of the cosmos
is the atmosphere
of apathy, excuses, and fear
that form a black cloud around my core.
They are the chains that tie me down,
the chains that I refuse to cut
because I am afraid
that if I do, I will float right up to the sun
and get burned as soon as I touch it.
I am afraid, in essence, of failing
on a very large and public scale
and therefore I refuse to set foot
on even the smallest of metaphorical stages.
But for all that fear, I have a greater fear
That in my smallness,
I will sacrifice someone else’s liberation
I don’t want anything to hold me down.
I don’t want to hold anyone else down.
The only limits are the ones you set for yourself.