By Carlos Ticas

It’s an urge, I was told every champion has felt it
Every successful person has felt it
The urge.. to quit
I don’t want to give up on my dreams…
I don’t want to give up on myself
I don’t want a life I’d be miserable having
I have people that have hope in me
Hearing people cheering me on
I cannot be a failure.
Listening to those who see something great in me
Reaching out to grab their hand
But I’m only tasting my tears
As they rolls down my face
I cannot let them down… I can’t let myself down.
It’s screaming my name to chase it
I'm reaching out with all of my strength to grab on to it
Stretching every millimeter of my body to reach it
But I feel so weak.
It’s a rope that I’m holding on to
It hurts now but in the end it will all be worth it
I can almost feel it
It feels so close yet so far away
I just have to push myself
To continue and continue and continue
Because I can’t stop, my future depends on it
I’m surrounded in a tunnel with dark clouds surrounding me
Raining hard without seeing the light  in the end for a long time
I just have to keep my faith.