Target
Target
Once more,
It went to the left,
Once more,
It soared high,
Once more,
It swooped low,
Once more,
It headed right.
I’m tired,
I’m fed up,
I can’t do this.
Once more,
Once more,
I keep saying,
But every time
Hope betrays me.
I pull the strings
Backward again,
Focus, focus,
I tell myself
Ready to let go,
I stare at the arrow
Soars high in the air,
And meets the board.
Exhilaration flows
Through me,
At the simple satisfaction
Of my imperfect victory.
A little on the edge,
Lies my arrow.
The target is far off,
But soon I’ll hit it.