Determination (poem)

Do I have enough determination?

enough to break out of my dreams

and drag them out into reality?

I worry I don't.

I'm terrified I never will.

But I promised I would.

I promised my mother

when I decided on this path,

obscured by rivers of ink.

I promised myself

to be more than I ever was,

more than shadows could make me.

I promised my fiery creator

that I would burn so bright,

he could bask in my light.

But determination is self-fulfilling:

those who accept its absence never know it,

and those who don't are determined to possess it.

So I am left to ask again:

do I have enough determination,

or will I accept an unfulfilled fate?

-Zero