Rhythm and Rhymn

Rhythm and Rhyme My heart begins to melt. I remember what I feel and how I've felt. Being brave is something everyone knows they crave. Holding their own starts in a realm, foreign and unknown. Steps. Breaths. What you do is what you'll get. A lesson you'll surely never forget. Heartache begins with regret. You can't change the past. Once you've tried, the tears you've cried won't be your last. They'll become the pain you thought you left behind. The memories that invade your very mind. The draft you didn't realize you dated and signed. The life that forgot how to be realigned. A definition lost in the words it tried to define. A job that's been long awaiting its chance to resign. A parallel that must realign. Lost in the meaning of time, A crescendo to the final climb. Imitating the faintest rhythm and rhyme. Ascending to the ineffable sublime. Withstanding the witness of awe. Returning the essence of power. Removing the tiniest flaw. Intending anything but to withdraw. Steeping the highest tower, Unfolding the flower petals to recover many precious metals. Endurance induces discipline. The very will to win. The highest standard marches on herein, Revealing the soul within. Collecting the worthiest whim. Re-inventing the desire that brims. Directing the result in the course it chooses to swim. Rhythm and rhyme are the next ascent to this beloved climb.