United States
43° 8' 2.2848" N, 70° 55' 35.2704" W

Like a string on a bow,

you get tugged,

pulled so far back,

you think you may just snap.

Like an arrow,

you soar,

Form. Aim. Fire. Miss.

What went wrong?

You can't succeed on your own.

One needs a guide.

Like a bow and arrow,

hitting the target

requires the wind. 

Take a breath. Try again.

Form. Aim. Fire. Hit. 



This poem is about: 
Our world


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