The Road I Travel

 

The road I travel is sinking

an avalanche of rubble,

my summit draped in thickening fog.

An unforgiving path ready to pounce,

yet still I climb.

 

This road shudders with every step,

beckons me towards the perilous edge

offering an unsympathetic hand.

A single flower struggles to bloom

it stands weak but alive,

I’m ashamed to leave you behind.

 

Wearily I hike this uphill battle

to a place I know not where or when,

but it is the path that has been given to me

and so, I climb.