From acrostic to acoustic.
's 100 day's of poetry, Steemit Poetry School Challenge continues.
As the projects gets underway and expands
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Day 10 of 100 I was feeling like I am still a long way off an impossible goal.
Then I read
Already 10 percent complete rather than 90 percent remaining.
He then went on to say -
People are capable of much more than they think they are.
I agree 100%
He reminded me about a lesson I learned myself not long ago.
I've mentioned before, but I want to briefly recap for those who may not know something about my recent past.
I once ran 7 full marathons, in 7 consecutive days across 7 states.
Prior to this I had not competed in a single marathon event. It was hard and a little crazy, but not impossible.
There is only one secret to completing something hard.
You have to want to keep going more than you want to stop.
That's it!
You can do it if you want to.
I was broken by the end of day 2, but I had my reasons for not giving up and I finished.
The last marathon was a big event.
I was last for the first 21kms. The half way point for most people, but for me I was on the home stretch of a 300km week.
The fresh faced people who looked at me at the starting line like I had no business being there, had all given up and started walking.
I was just warming up. As I passed those defeated looking faces I smiled and cheered them on with encouragement.
This was that moment.
I looked completely crazy.
I had to put aside a lot of pain, and I covered it with enthusiasm and determination. I had already dislocated or sprained several joints and sustained suspected stress fractures.
Anything is possible with determination and a good dose of denial wrapped in radical acceptance.
I imagined all the pain doing the work and myself just sitting in pains pocket. When that became difficult I switched, visualised carrying my pain separate to myself, tucked away in my pocket as I floated above it.
I don't actually endorse doing what I did, to me now it is nothing short of self harm and I did a lot of damage to myself. I do wish to use it to demonstrate however, that you can accomplish impossible things if you really want to.
Especially if we support each other and do it together.
Anyway, I'll get off my soapbox now and share my little ode with you.
My Beloved Valencia.
Treasured since the age of nine
To me you were a dream,
To hold you in my arms divine
I marvelled at your sheen.
Together we've seen many moons
We've both seen better days,
You still can hold a decent tune
I will hold you dear always.
Back then you weren't treated so well
You were lucky to endure,
Encased in you my dreams they dwelled
Secret longings kept secure.
Though we were no Martin and Eric
We still had lots of fun,
My minds eye made music mesmeric
Though we shared it with no-one.
You've been restrung and been re-glued
I've needed patching too,
As I strum again with gratitude
Start sparking dreams anew.
Photos of the cheap but treasured 3/4 sized guitar I got for my ninth birthday, and of Eric Clayton's Martin, the most expensive acoustic guitar ever sold.
