Stop Waiting For Permission.

Let me tell you for a moment

about the stars:

They have been aligned for a while

wondering when you would look up

and set your soul to imitate their resplendence.

 

Stars do not know hesitation

like you do.

Unruly, their light shines,

day or night.

Never have I known them

to first inquire of the Moon

as to whether it needed any help.

 

Hovering hands

make more of your signature

than the marks themselves;

I wonder if you have asked yourself

how long you need to count before you dive.

 

Dear Greatness,

You are still sitting glumly,

Waiting for someone else to grant you

permission to be great; but

Who told you the world would wait for you?

-Akotowaa