The Mountain Path

Starting to climb a mountain,
I fell from before,
In rags with no pockets,
And shoes with no soles,
Begin my long ascend,
But my might will not be broken,
In the days to come,
As my feet will ache,
And my body be pushed,
The mountains wrath be trying,
Surrender to its will,
The nights long and drawn,
My days seem so empty,

Along the path i stumble on broken glass,
Shards protrude from the rocks,
Grip a shatter and wrench it out of place,
Bloody hand now hold a reference,
A reminder to why i wonder on this destitute path,
Compose myself, and soldier on,

If only they could see me now,
My uphill struggle that is taking hold,
Heels stripped of skin and bleeding,
Hands cold and torn still clutching my mirror,
Look to the sky to see no ending,
The top of my prize, still far to go,
A voice whispers so faintly,
Keep Going, nothing can stop us now,
Wind begins to push me down,
Pull at my intentions but i must not,
Fall, descend with the current,

Another drawn out day,
My courage be fading,
But my feet till advancing,
This be, because of the company,
I have accquired on my quest,
Set out alone and true,
My purpose begun to wane,
Till i heard a mutter follow my path,
Be it the thoughts in my head,
Begin to take a voice,
Or a stray wanderer lost,
If be another soul, he must stay lost,
For this is my journey,
I need no one to carry me up,
To degrade my efforts and strength,
But as i turned to observe,
There be no other soul on this mountain

Nights be the most wearisome,
The temptation to forget why i am here,
To slip on purpose and fall,
Take an easier way to a goal,
But this be less fulfilling,
Just keep going till the morning,
Cause what seems harmless in the moonlight,
At the dawn is a worldly sin,

Trudging up the path,
Glance down at my mentor,
To see someone else in the reflection,
Orphan eyes hidden within the hollows,
Mutter under the wind, see what i do for you,
A haze begins to descend upon my vision,
My steady legs now start to crumble,
An internal mist over and darkness.

Awaken i hear it speak,
Stand up and persist this trail,
Hips subjected to the stakes;
Stabbing as i take another step,
Branches sway with the rags,
Frame work anything but steady,
Erratic misplacement with footing,
And a blurry view of the top,
Waver through the rocks,
Leave another layer behind,
Graduation on gravitiy's trial,
Another weight to shed along the way,
Last this long, no going back now.

The air be still and icy this day,
As i walk it slices accordingly,
My body no longer feels the cold,
Inside it be a bitter temple,
Where i worship the ambition,
Skin drains of colour with each morning,
Blanketed by a saffron tone,
Swallow the sickly implication,
While trying to sustain a stance,
One tall and proud of my recent triumph,
Lost in dreamy daze of my win,
Hearing again the whisper,
Be done with this trite situation,
Focus now, on what is to come.

At times, i feel the urge,
To open my lungs and scream,
In the hope, my despairing yells,
Will address my suffering to that wanderer,
But thundering pains and wary watchers,
Stop this interlude of obsurd,
Sharp piercing voices slither,
How dare thee violate my demand,
Try to flee from the path, don't bother,
My starting wishes have lost there mystery and lust,
But my passion ever grows,
With crushing pains and bellowing front,
I defy this one urge to gain.

It begins to rain upon my path,
And the sky closes in on me,
Moonlight shining down,
Catch the light on my shard,
To again welcome a new comer to the quest,
She is quite smaller than the last,
Less hair and darker eyes,
Skin a shade of rotting pale,
But she smiles to me and mouths,
Try harder, for this simply isnt good enough,
Cloud cast over the light, and she vanishes,
Clutching my precious, move hence forth,
Eyes accustom to the dark, for it is darker inside,
The mountain top is in my sights now.

*to be continued*