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I look back,
Towards a beaten path.
I look forward,
And see nothing.

I walk into the unknown.
And Clouds gather into the sky.
The rain pounds my naked body,
As lightning strikes the ground.

I hold my arms tight to my body,
As I bow my head,
And push forward through the storm.
The rain blurring my vision.

A tree is struck and falls across my path.
I grab ahold of the trunk,

But the bark breaks,
And I fall.

I stand up.
My skin scraped and bloody,
And I climb again,
This time I make it.

The path leads up a mountain,
The mud crashes into my feet,
Pushing me down,
But I drudge forward.

As I reach the summit,
There is a blizzard.
My body is red with sting,
From the storm's fury.

Straight down I climb.
Grasping at ledges,
So that I do not fall,
It seems too much.

The hail punishes me,
As I scale down the mountain,
My hand crumbles the rock,
The ground approaches quickly.

I wake up at rock bottom,
Stand up,
Focus on the path ahead of me,
Always forward.

The sun's relentless heat beats on me,
My skin cracks from the dry heat,
And my sores worsen,
My blistered feet burn on the sand.

The desert ends,
And there's a meadow.
The water is fresh and good.
I rest but a moment.

A woman sits near me.
She smiles and speaks.
"I've been traveling and am so tired,
Can you help me?"

Her path has clear skies and grass for miles,
But her path into the future is unknown,
She puts her arms around my neck,
Sitting on my back, I hold her legs.

I walk on.

A friend who struggled,
Through clear skies,
And green grass,
But has dark days ahead.

Night comes,
Extra burden has tired me,
Wolves keep us from sleep,
And I fight for her safety.

My path was easier,
Without her,
But my reward is greater,
With her.

I am a pillar of strength,
She is my foundation,
Together we will build,
A palace for our kingdom.

She feels stronger,
And I help her up,
Holding hands,
We continue onward.

The final test is upon us,
A world that makes no sense,
One Thousand Paths,
With no signs for direction.

Chaos of the world,
Rains down on us,
The wind picks up,
Making us into a spin.

We are battered,
Even more beaten,
I reach for her hand,
Her's for mine.

We hold tight,
Fighting gravity,
Picking ourselves up,
After such a fall.

Burning rock,
Comes from the ground,
As if it were water,
Destroying our feet.

She pulls herself up,
Then pulls me up too,
Together we wait,
For the danger to pass.

The wounds heal,
As they always do,
She carries me,
Until I can walk.

We climb the last mountain.
Finally reaching our end.
A paradise for us.
Together we lay.

Looking back at our path,
We smile and laugh,
It was overcome,
But is it the last?

Doesn't matter.
More to overcome.
Nothing will stop me.
We always succeed.

Laying in the grass.
Our lips touch.
A moment of peace.
Before more travel.

It was worth it.

I'd like to note that this, like some of my other creative writings I may post, was probably posted in my blog on livejournal or myspace at some point.

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