Unwitting war

Unwitting war.

Petrified of towering, I felt okay with my chore,

Solidified in my spot, didn’t I want to be more?

Qualified I thought I was, till I had to do war.

I was thoroughly crippling, but in my war I had to be stood,

I ain’t claim to be perfect, as perfect is the foe of the good.

I thought I was alone in my war, but my love listened,

I thought I was dim in my war, but my soul glistened,

I thought I was stiff in my war, but my ego was lessened.

Climbing was my thing, but my hands went to flutter,

Shining was my intent, but my mouth went to stutter,

Timing was my enemy, but my craves won to be utter.

My mind was deft to rhyme,

But, was my body set to climb?

However, waiving my rights was my crime.