A Dress Achieved

There is no hope I can succeed

With two hours till the deadline dies.

Dress scraps are all that I’ve achieved.

I started with aims I believed

In: dreams that I now compromise.

There is no hope I can succeed.

I swore on art, and to exceed

My best. Yet now those oaths are lies:

Dress scraps are all that I’ve achieved.

But then, in a dwindling reprieve,

I stop myself, and then ask why

There is no hope. I can succeed.

And as the train to Canterlot leaves,

My work is on’t: one final try

A single, burning burst achieved.

Not perfect, but for one conceived

When every thought of mine did vie

“There is no hope I can succeed”,

There’s worth enough it was achieved.

Author's Notes:

Poem by Aquillo