No matter the size, the distance
it's always toils and measured strides,
with prevalent downhills and a tumble to a hole
as pebbles and roots sprout last minute
Big steps, little steps
the end is almost near, downhill all the same
But its the sparkle, the goal, at the end
it sparks my curiosity, extinguishes my fears
Uphills and downhills,
I know each footprint stamps a trail
Tardigrade, the work achieved
Plodding as my shoulders descend with burdens
But it's the sparkle, the aim, at the end
it fuels my hope, inching me all the nearer.
Date Written: October 8, 2012
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All Things Poetry
AcakJust a compilation of the poems I save throughout the years. Sadly, the ones from when I was much younger was lost. I wish I'd published them.
