The mountains feel high
The road never seems to end
Scars in the heart unhealing
And sky out of reach
But still courage burning in
me
Ticks with a message of determination
That I can reach on top of mountain
That I will be at the end of the road
That someday hole in the heart will be healed
That if not sun, or moon
Then stars I be in the sky
Some where I know
I need to hold on to that little light I see
Even if it's the ending I feel
Because for once I have no choices
It's already chosen.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Poetry"Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air." - Carl Sandburg
