The Climb

The climb is steep, the journey long,

The path ahead, uncertain and strong,

But I press on, through sun and rain,

For deep inside, a fire remains.

It's not easy, this struggle I face,

The obstacles may be the pace of a race,

But I keep going, with every breath,

For I know that in the end, it will be worth the test.

I stumble, I fall, I scrape my knees,

But I rise again, with renewed energies,

For I am strong, I am resilient,

And I refuse to let this journey be indifferent.

The road is bumpy, and the skies are gray,

But with every step, I find my way,

And though the journey may seem unending,

I know that I am steadily ascending.

The climb is hard, and the journey rough,

But I will not give up, I will not give up,

For I know that in the end, I will stand tall,

A testament to the strength of us all.

So to all those who struggle and fight,

I say, keep climbing, keep climbing high,

For though the path may be steep and winding,

The view from the top is always blinding.