The Journey is Up the hill, climbing without fail,
Carving our own path, leaving a special trail.
There are some plateaus, that make it smooth,
The rivers and the valleys bring the beauty too.
When I look below, I have reached far beyond,
Ahead and above, from where I started on.
Yet, when I look ahead, in the light of the day
My destination is still very far away,
I delve into the new sites,
for reaching now to greater heights.
I choose my path, to tread further on,
It will take me closer, towards the final one.
But it’s the steeper climb, much rockier though
With new energy and a resolve I start so.
A painful heaviness holds back my flight,
It pulls me down, makes it difficult to fight.
Its my bag that feels heavy, as a rock I must say,
The treasure that I gathered all on the way,
I preserved every experience, gloomy or gay
all the grudges were secured to revisit on another day,
the love and the learning, that energize me more
but the pain and hurt, that make my back sore.
today the hill is very steep, really high
I open my bag, and let it go with a sigh.
I take in the love and the pain I throw,
The old amassed tears, I let them flow.
The grievances are now mysteries for the universe to resolve
The muddle is for the water of the rivers to dissolve.
I open my arms, free as a bird to fly
Soak in the sun, the energy to go high.
The sky seems clear, cloudless and bright
The vision is lucid and the path in sight
My journey can now start again
I can now elevate, completely unconstrained.
