The Rise (Poem)

I
Your rise
Starts as a burn
A desire to learn
You take a step 
Not afraid 
That you'll slip
You are raised
Not to succumb 
To a fall
But to rise 
And be tall
To each demise

II
Your fame
Starts as a passion
To tame
An unruly desire
To set free
An inborn talent
To lose free
A tangent
You take a step
Not worried you'll lose your grip
You are raised
Not to give in
To failure
But to keep fighting 
And feel sure
You'll win someday