by Meesha Meserole

Created on: April 17, 2008

I see my life, a sidewalk
Stretching far ahead.
I'm focused on the mountains,
Huge problems that I dread.
They rise up, fierce and threatening,
To complicate my life.
I must climb o'er those mountains
Tho' they cut me like a knife.

I walk along my sidewalk,
Bruised, yet I'll survive.
I'm looking only forward,
Intent to stay alive.
Yet, though the mountains fight me,
And I must give my all,
It is the tiny anthills
That make me trip and fall.

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