Growing Pains Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

The glass is half empty,
Yet, there is still something there.
Discouragement, pushing us towards greatness.
Iron sharpens iron, by friction, not apathy.
The greater the odds, the greater the payoff.
Miracles are believed in, before they are seen.
My biggest defeats,
Were my greatest victories.
What I was, became the contrast to who I wanted to be.
If I didn't experience my worst,
How would I know my best?
We all experience growing pains, inch by inch.
Sometimes the growth is a spurt.
We reach new heights, as we allow ourselves to grow.
The temporary locks us in time,
I grow anxious as time stands still.
I want to move forward,
But I must remain still.
Calm and tranquil.
In the peace of knowing,
The seed is planted,
Deep in the mud.
It takes time to root,
And then it sprouts,
Then the flower blooms.
Now the world will see it's beauty.