The Price of Discipline
Eric Campos
I
rise every morning,
To
the song of swords.
They
pierce my muscles, my bones,
Make
me want to falter.
I rise,
I
neglect the sting,
Though
my body protests,
With
layers of sharp, echoing rings,
It
remembers the din of war every morning.
I
rise,
To
take to the open road,
The
start of another journey,
Another
day, more goals.
To
be all that I can be.
I
rise,
They
cannot stop me,
No
hand can bar my way,
If
pitfalls,
And
barriers,
Mountains, try turn me away,
I’ll
jump,
And
cross,
And
climb,
Until
my road becomes straight again.
I
rise,
I
am the goer that keeps going,
I
am he that climbs mountains,
And
I do it with a grin.
I
awaken every morning,
With
my heart and mind knowing,
My
journey, goals, this new day begins,
Again
I
rise,
My
mind steady,
Body
now ready,
I
am undaunted,
I
know what I must do.
I
rise,
My
task now set,
Framed,
War
banner flaring.
I
rise,
I
breath in the morning,
Standing,
Unyielding,
Facing
the bitter fray ahead.
I
just grin,
I’m
closer,
I’m
not stopping now,
The
price of discipline,
Success,
Honor,
Greatness
yielding.
It
is in my grasp.
