The Weight of Lateness

Every time I reach for the stars,

I stumble and fall, with wounded scars.

Late to the moments that matter most,

I am haunted by memories of opportunities lost.

In my neighborhood, I see success bloom,

But for me, it seems like an unattainable room.

My family's expectations, culture's demands,

Only add to the weight of these heavy hands.

My lover, once by my side,

Now gone, with my heart as their guide.

I am left alone, with regret as my friend,

Knowing my lateness brought our love to an end.

I questioned God my worth, why I'm here,

Fighting an uphill battle, year after year.

But despite the pain, I won't give in,

I'll keep fighting, through thick and thin.

For every moment lost, a new one awaits,

And I'll be ready, no matter the stakes.

I'll learn from my mistakes, and rise above,

Embracing the journey, with faith and love.

For even though I'll get late every time,

I'll keep moving forward, to reach my climb.