i've been walking for what seems like a long time now.
my shoes have gotten worn down with small holes.
i've fallen down quite a number of times and hurt myself.
the longer i've been walking the more inclined the path gets.
as i walk ice has begun to form on the path.
more and more difficult the walk becomes as i try to maintain.
i pretend to not be affected, i try to keep my mind away.
all the while the walk becomes a struggle and not a walk.
struggling to move forward without a fall.
struggling to the point that it becomes a crawl.
the more i persist, the more obstacles are thrown in my way.
hope comes to help and haunt me, to entice and let me down.
perhaps things are already changing as i feel a warmth coming
a warmth that could melt the ice on the path
a warmth that i've dreamed about all these years.
the years i've been walking down this path.
