Permission To Be Great Poem by Clyde Cruz

the rain falls from the sky, the mountain accepts, the water erodes the weakest of soil.
the mountains spoke, "I say let it rain,
let it carve the titans of Earth"


the sweat that falls down my head, carving mountains on my skin, evaporating from my heat.
so I say let it drip!
let's see my sacrifices' worth.


the great pain bestowed to me, the aching showers my existence, callusing my hands and mind.
so I say let it pour!
let me feel every single drop of suffering.


the heart breathes for the body, it flows through the rivers within, nourishing the forest in my body.
so I say let it pump!
let the brain feel the never-ending drumming.


I allow it, I allow it, I allow these rains to carve my greatness.