Poem: The Price

To become, you must do
The thing you want to become,
Aspiration knows practice,
Focus when your head aches,
When you have a bad break-up,
When your thoughts turn
Suicidal, depressing, vengeful,
When you feel stuck,
When you crave violence,
When you are so alone
Your chest aches,
When you feel cheated,
When you feel broken,
When your heart feels like stone,
And you can’t think straight.

The price must be paid,
Between claim and soul.