Hurdle

It burst out of it,

Out of the little hat,

The inverted black hat,

And it showed me what I hadn't seen in ages.

Ages not the years,

But the number of hurdles.

Hurdles I’d set in my mind,

Which kept me from advancing,

Advancing to my ultimate resolutions.

Resolutions I believed never existed,

Had concealed themselves in those hurdles.

Hurdles that had extended,

Like the branches of a tree,

That shot to the sky,

As it faced hurdle in growing in the little black hat.

The tree burst out of it,

Out of the little hat,

The inverted black hat,

And it showed me what I hadn't seen in ages.