A winding staircase, that you cannot see the end of.

A long hill, that does not have

a crest.

A vast dessert, with no hope on

the horizon.

Different landscapes, with the same feeling.

Trudging through life,

enduring pain,

persevering,

hoping

for relief

that we cannot perceive.

And

suffering.

I continue to step,

one foot in front of the other

focusing only on what is at my feet.

I ignore the hopeless horizon.

I ignore the scorching pain as

I continue.

It’s only when

In my weakest moments

That I

Look up

And see

That I have not gone very far

And I have eternity to go

And

I

Know that

I

Cannot continue

Enduring this pain

And so

I

break.