I am tired

Lord am I tired

Pushing the same tire up a mountain

But it’s flat and

The slope is steep

And the aching numbed

Bones in my feet

But I will persevere

What’s fueling me

Is the strength in my heart

When it’s buried deep

I am thankful for this suffering

Obsession with the process

Trekking up this mountain

Is an honest testing of my conscience

For every time I strive for more

Is another boarded brazen door

I deplore its not a chore

Just another step

On a jagged floor

Every word I write

Every smile I bring

Is enough to move

My soul to sing

So if it’s a test

So if it’s what’s destined

I’ll keep on walking

With good intentions

I’ll keep on writing

On new perspectives

Break down doors

Claw, use my teeth

For my nails are short of

Ivory

I will take my dreams

And make them real

I will never keel

I will never kneel

When I’m at the top

I will take the sky

Put it in words

For a readers eyes

I will tell them why

The tire rolls

So they can do it to

And Lord, when they see it drop

It’s because

I’ve made

My way

To you