The Journey

I have brought myself this far
to this spot that struggles
like waves upon rocks

pushing against a wind
slipping and stumbling
wearing blinders of the solitary

shouting into silence
I have drawn no response
fear like a giant hand
pressing on my heart

I have brought my life this far
a furrow in the sand
waiting to be washed by the tide

Yet with each step
a new day forms
carried with the effort
pushed to the summit of a hillside
standing above the struggle
a shining monument