Target

Bullseye by June Secand

A distant mark, a silent vow, I draw the line, I’m steady now. The wind may shift, the world may sway, But still my focus does not stray. The target waits with quiet pride, A dream I chased, a truth I tried. Through doubt and fear, through heavy load, I walked the long and winding road. One breath, one shot, one crystal aim. No room for luck, no need for blame. The arrow sings, the silence breaks, It finds its mark, the stillness shakes. Not just in wood or paper rings, But in the heart, where purpose clings. To hit the mark is more than skill. It's courage, fire, and iron will.