Author's Note: This poem is the first in a series of poems I was going to post in a single packet. I've decided to post them separately instead.

On the Crumbling Crag of Doubt
A Poetry Series

Number One:

The Height of Pursuit

The things inside that boil and erupt
Potential, they call it
Innate and unyielding sprouts to unfurl
Potential, they call it
Encouraged, supported, and it will grow strong
Potential, they call it
Without proper care, it will wound, rancid and toxic
Potential, they call it

Call it up, prettily enchanted, spelled into cheers of triumph
Confidence, they call it

Imperfections in the well-woven linen adds to the beauty of the fabric
Challenge, they call it
Clubhouse choirs tape their mouths closed
Challenge, they call it
Plug into plug into plug into plug to fit in all the Christmas tree lights
Challenge, they call it
Every dig deepens the well to draw from
Challenge, they call it

A single drop among all the falls
Perseverance, they call it

~July 2003, RMKS

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