I staggered my way,
From rocks to mountains.
Falling every now and then,
Whimpering in pain.
I stood up tall,
Ready for another fall.
A storm came my way,
Attacked me before a say.
I perched myself on the rocks,
Tired due to downfall.
With no ounce of energy,
I started to crawl.
I pushed myself up,
To climb up high.
The devil inside me shouted,
"Do or die".
I climbed the mountain,
For the contentment of my heart.
The adventurer inside me whispered,
"This is just the start".
I howled and crawled,
All the stages making me prawled.
But, a will to fight,
Was worth the sight.
I stand up, on the top of mountain,
The sight I forever want to seize.
The statement is absolutely true,
"Verily, with every hardship comes ease".
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Misted Heart
PoesíaI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
