Discomfort, poem (338/365)

I thought about
What was standing
Between me
And what I wanted
And after peeling away
All the obstacles
And all the excuses
The only true
Thing stoping me
Was myself
Making leashes
Of imaginary limitation
When I claimed
I could no
Longer stretch further
Or think harder
Often stopping
At discomfort
I whispered to
Myself
“It’s time to get
Uncomfortable”
And I leaped
To meet my dreams

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