The Climb Poem by donald kuutsi

The Climb



Now l m alone standing alone in the zone gazing around to see if
they is anyone left..What l m l going to do? l got a fury in my soul
its going to take me to Glory because the zeal is making my heart beat so fast as if l m in the fast lane of the formula one race..

The climb to the highest to the Glory is so painful, climbing alone slipping and losing the grip from the climb l m scared to look at my self in the mirror, so much scars and wounds in the flesh...

Moving on is n't easy, try to climb another mountain as ego is coming in my way blind folding my vision and the memories pulling me back so that l can loss a firm grip on my hopes and dreams for tomorrow....

I can see the mountain, but l not there l know my destination because at the moment l dont know what holds my future, all l know is the one who holds it....
but its going to take time to reach at the top, nothing is going to stand in my way, l have to continue with the climb, pulling my wagon with fury in my soul l m going to make it, l have the vision and my lights towards the climb

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