I think now I’m okay the path is steep.

Broken stones and gravel hit my feet.

Optimistic in a shallow way

(Any little thing could wreck my day.)

I feel I’m making progress as I walk.

Look at me now- hear the way I talk.

I’m doing really well despite the rain.

Yet now my eyes are blinded by the pain.

I need someone beside me on this climb.

I’m getting older fast, there’s  not much  time

Will I know I’ve got there.. I can’t say.

I just keep up my climbing day by day

Yet if I fall from a much greater height..

I won’t survive alone through a long night.

I’m crouching now and leaning on the side.

The gravel starts to run, the ground elides.

Should I trust my instinct or my brain?

If I fall from here not much remains