I feel like I am bent so I might break;
I’m pulled so far in both directions, stretched;
The tension in my body and my soul
Creates a deep abiding inner ache.
With every pleasure and with each heartbreak,
I learn and grow and find more of myself,
And when I’m strained ‘til I can take no more,
I feel like I am bent so I might break.
The Archer draws the bow—Their hands don’t shake—
And aims me at my goal and I draw breath;
I see the target waiting there for me
And, flying true, the trophy I will take.
Now, all my sweat and strain will terminate,
And all that I’ve endured will be worthwhile,
For everything has brought me to this fate.