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The Path
It is my burden I must drop,
If I ever hope to make it to the top.
Discarded and left behind,
But never forgotten in my mind.
I travel up the steep grade,
On a trip only the strong have made.
I pass brave souls along the way;
they are my companions for the day.
We speak briefly in a softened tone,
But this is a journey one makes alone.
I push on through the night,
The fire of my spirit burning bright.
I pause at times to get my rest,
And hear my heart within my chest.
I watch my steps as the land gets stranger,
On all sides, it appears fraught with danger.
From my thoughts, I push away the fear,
And make my intentions good and clear.
Deep within, it is this fact I know:
It is onward and upward that I must go.
To take this path is to get above,
Forgetting hate and learning love.
