This is something I wrote a little over a year ago. I wasn't into writing poetry at that point, so I don't remember why I wrote this. Anyway, the only thing I changed about it was the structure of the stanzas a bit. The wording and everything else is all the same.
REVISION IN PROGRESS
Everybody has their dreams
all hoping to grow wings.
So why do some fly to the sky
while others shed tears on Earth?
Pencils to paper, creating pictures
or feet to the ground, finishing first.
A love dream, concealed in your heart,
afraid to come out and blossom.
Finding secrets beyond our reach,
like stars in the night sky.
If you could,
would you take your dreams,
soar up, and touch those stars?
Would you face your fear and fly?
