Medals

Stars dangling from trees
strolled along our journey,
reflecting the shining dreams
we crave to wear.

Holding spells that twist the mind,
their light can seduce and also blind.
For they are never our sun
casting a glow of what is on the inside.
And when we strain our muscles
reaching for their shimmering gold,
the ache can so quickly erode
our strength to grasp on another day
if they elude us as some mirage
during one consuming passionate attempt.

Life might survive without such lusted trophies,
but the heart still wants them to thrive and throb
in thunderous powers of adrenaline.

So when we stretch our hands
trying to let their flame ignite our thoughts,
no feel more intense than that clutch.
It can turn into a vacuum that sucks us
deep into void when not claimed.

Should we see it as our existence
how it can rob us of our sight
if possessing them drives us to sit upon a pedestal,
thinking we are a god.

Joy is embraced when savoring them for warmth
gained from knowing you extended beyond limitations,
balance is the true reward
when you don’t let the toil
become your reason for being.