Who Knows. Poem by Jacob Pierce

Is it meant to be a broken heart with dripping glue?
Should i lock it up?
I know it can handle its self,
but...its still vulnerable.

Be real with yourself,
be who you want to be,
there aint nothing to it.
Hard things make you get through it.

Take a breath,
make a step,
then start a stride for the finish line.

Looking at the top may look impossiable,
give yourself a push then each step..
The closer you get,
get tired,
be sick,
but nothing you cant over come.