With the cold winds brushing
All over my face
I walk out, feets hushing
With my small pace.
The journey is unknown
The path a new find
I hope the destination is known
For people are not too kind.
Yet slowly I pace ahead
Carefully, meticulously
Making sure the rules are read
At least eventually.
No, I won't take a shortcut
I do not depise hardwork
I agree that I am hurt
But I still believe in luck.
Everything I dream about
Shatters in the morning
So I say something aloud
That soothes me in the evening.
Dawn to dusk
Sunrise to sunset
I found a new mask
Everyday for my soul to rest.
And you may call me weird
But guess what I achieved it.
I climbed the mountain and
reached the peak. Not the pit.
I now remember the hardships I faced
They made me a rock
And here I stand at the peak
Looking at the miles beneath.
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Author:
Crystal moon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2025 08:37
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
There is no view that satisfies as much as turning around on one's climb up a mountain and looking back at where one came from. A very nice write.
thank you
The more hard work and pain it takes to get there, the more you saviour that moment when it arrives, lovely write, enjoyed the read
thank you
You are very welcome
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