Over the hill as I strain to
reach,
Hoping for the goals I set.
I see more challenges on the
path,
Trying to shake me, as closer I
get.
It tends to get too much at
times,
Everything seems so futile.
The journey seems too long to
make,
Wishing to stop for a while.
Resting a bit on the way,
Looking back to see,
If there was an easier path I could have taken,
Changing the goal if need be.
Remembering the time spent,
Sometimes great, sometimes
in the hole.
Each moment leaving a mark,
Broken bone, battered heart but
soaring soul.
We look at the road yet to
travel,
And see that we are not
alone.
We are sure to enjoy the ride
ahead,
All the pain felt till now
gone.
We are renewed with strength,
Borrowing some from people we
love.
The stop was important as is
the journey,
Seeking new treasure trove.
As we travel ahead, we know,
Every mark was a story to
tell.
Every pain spoke of our
triumph,
Making heaven even in hell.
