Your first attempt
Shot down.
He implied
Success not possible.
Your life-sustaining health constraints
The weak point.
Alternative for you suggested.
Disregarded.
Dream denied.
Your tenacity at play,
Second chance requested.
Humanitarian assigned,
Acceptance granted.
Ultimate goal
Shining.
Despite tough and demanding roads,
Obstacles of academia,
Dates with the machine three times a week,
Your grit and perseverance
Enhanced the drive
Uphill to victory.
The glory of adversity deflected.
Strength of the heart
Reigned supreme.

Dear Unsealed,

My name is Chrys Takashige and I am sending my poem for your January writing contest. Thank you for taking the time to consider my entry,

Take care…Chrys

My Ascension

The year to
rise and shine.
“So long” to what was.
“Hello” to what is.
Still thriving.
Thankful to be sustained
by technology and humans
two decades plus.
Time to live more freely.
No cerebral road blocks,
nor abandoning of self.
Marching forward
to where euphoric states await,
in the ocean, on the greens, up on the hills.
Returning to acts of love,
from hermit to butterfly,
out and about it shall be.
The dormant right brain
to be awakened
on paper, with rhythms and cuisine.
Moving and grooving
through each day.
Attaining yin-yang status
on the see-saw of life.
The freedom to choose
what is ideal
for the life deserved.
No more compromising.
Forget wasting energy.
Drop the ungrateful.
Evolve into a light-weight
ready to fly and soar
beyond measure.