The Impossible

My marching band and I reached an unscalable wall.

We tried to climb over, but it's impossibly tall.

It's a million feet wide, and a billion yards up.

We tried to march through it, but it wasn't enough.  There were words on the wall that were scattered about. Words like difficult, impossible, fear, and self doubt. Sometimes we'd feel like we wanted to quit, That the wall was much bigger than we'd like to admit.  We'd pick ourselves up, and break down our parts. We'd drill in our moves 'till we knew them by heart. The judges would judge us show after show, The wall's shadow upon us wherever we go.  But when finals arrived, the words were not taunting. The wall was still there, but it wasn't as daunting. In the end it was us that the audience crowned. We made a wall of our own. A wall of our sound.

This poem is about: 
Me

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