Challenge.
The mind has its mountains,
cliffs of fall,
frighfully sheer,
not easily climbed, save
by those whose endurance
becomes unchained.
Life has its forbidding hills,
lion-limbed,
heights of challenge,
fearfully mined except
by those who bide in a belief
of unyielding aid.
Time has grinding anvils,
ego-made,
clothed with traps,
me-ism patterned to attack
the soul but those who win wince
yet face blows singing.