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.
Background: Imagine walking along this road