There is a mountain before me
Where before there have been valleys
But though God calls mountains holy
I feel the same dread
The beating of the sun seems
Equal to its absence
The climb ahead no different
Than clambering in the dark
I am weary of trials
All we get are tests
Anything I want, any destination
Is a boulder up a hill
Shoulder burdens
Knees creak
One more step
Always one more step
Always “pick yourself back up”
Always “it gets better”
It doesn’t
Wym 