Each step more atrocious than the last.Slight slopes then a small dip.
It is then when I pause, though only momentarily to catch my breath.
Steeper and steeper it becomes small rocks below me,mountains
ahead.Darkness thrusts at a golden sky.It begins to rain, I now
start to cry.Stabbing penetration.But the tears wipe away,they always
do.Further on up the trail, I stop to listen parental birds chirp a song to
their offspring.Their sweet melodies are painful.I've heard this song over
and over.I guess they think it helps,though a hug would do just fine.Moving
on, a bend in the trail causes me to stumble.Falling over the edge, my
fingertips grasp for anything to hold on to.I'm dangling just an inch above
death and a foot below insanity.Pulling myself up, but its so hard.Deciding
to keep moving upward, just as a huge boulder comes tumbling.Little did I
know, it would be thrown by the one I loved.The pain crushing, tormenting
and cruel.My body parts all intact, breathing air, not so bad just a bruise
but my heart's still there.Broken but there.Seeing the top now, it's so
beautiful.Reaching out,I can almost touch the sky.Engraving my name
into soft sand that once use to be cold, solid rock.Bending to smell the
sweet wild roses,a survivor from harsh days of my past.I bloomed,I am a
rose,Things get worse before they get better.Their isn't no mountain high
enough,that I can't climb.Even if someday it is alone.I will survive.I am a rose..
