I scrutinize, with determined intent
At the seemingly insurmountable mountain ahead.
I remember back to times that came and went,
And think on how once past events,
Passed on from struggles to steps of victory instead.
I laugh to myself at how those past points,
Seemed to, at the moment,
Lack a certain sought after brevity
Became the sordid melodic instrument,
Of my symphony,
Composing my life's connecting joints,
Amidst the self contained mental torment.
I look on with wonder,
At the obstacle that stood tall before me.
Bittersweet is memory,
Of how my fears once rent my goals asunder.
Afraid of future blunders,
I chose not to choose a path.
By the sheer obscenity,
Of chasing after nightmare tinged dreams.
My psyche fatigued,
By the aspect of fighting to be,
Quite simply, free...
I approach the behemoth unchained,
Ready to make my skyward ascent.
To at last rise above the the litter of "the same",
Each and every piece of failure's fragments,
Forensically unidentifiable by name.
I realized something prior to grasping my fate...
Goals are intrinsically attainable and obtained.
I grow stronger with every step I take.
Leaving down below, inadequacy in my wake.
And in pressing forward through stinging rains,
I have rewritten my now prosperous refrain.
I gaze with focused eyes affixed,
At future sights invisible and yet clearly seen.
No longer precariously perched betwixt,
Despair and apprehension at the changes of scene.
But rather teetering on the verge of being between,
Giddiness and pure excitement for what is next.
Although this climb is remniscent of so much burden,
Those familiar struggles of old,
I must boldly go to snatch the cache of blessings untold.
For I know they will not be freely given,
And the once terrifying journey is the new jewel therein.