Life is nothing but a hurdle swing

A path of stones, I walk each day, With skies of grey and hopes that sway. The world feels heavy on my chest, Yet onward still, I must contest. Each step I take, a battle fought, Through webs of worry, I am caught. The dreams I chase seem far, remote, Yet still, I cling with fragile hope. The wind is cold, the road is long, But deep within, there grows a song. For every stumble, every fall, I rise again, defy it all. The hurdles loom, the shadows creep, But courage wakes from where I sleep. Through hardship’s fire, I forge my way, And though I falter, though I sway, I learn that strength is never still, It bends, it breaks, but never will. A life of hurdles? Yes, it’s true, But with each scar, I start anew. For every challenge that I face Becomes the light I dare to chase. In Rhythms & Silence- Rajit