Being as tall as possible

Strain

Tip toed

Face to the stars

Palms tensed

Fingers grasping

At what may

Or may not

Be in the heavens

It's painful

Like a deep stretch

I am purified

In each moment I endure

Without strain

There is no strength

Sometimes

I forget

What I am reaching for

But my muscles are locked

I will persevere

If only to overcome distraction