I set standards high in the sky
so I can see them
but never touch them,
always a step or two beyond.
Highlighting the distance
between where I am
and where I should be.
Self-righteous, I feel,
to see them so high,
slightly out of reach.
Motivating,
and destructive.
If I stumble on one loose rock
then I slide all the way to the bottom
to start from the beginning
again.
No mercy.
Shatter those standards
into small, sharp shards
for when I shatter
from the pressure
and start to fall.
If I shatter,
then they should too.
Dawning Words 