Now That We Are Here

Through a slim slit between light and darkness, we walk on roads riddled with hurdles; On tricky trails and wily wilderness; On devious deserts and pasty puddles. We are like trekkers on a misty mountain, hanged by a cliff on a chilly evening, trying to find our endless fountain to quench our drought and end our longing. On swirling plains and fiery waters, we try to find the way to glory, but our bodies grow weak and our feet falter; Our hearts grow tired as our souls go weary. But now, we're about to reach the end, we must hold on to hopes and promises; For, hopeful hearts could find a way to mend, like fated birds that rose from the ashes. We're here at last to the end of our journey, so, we must give our greatest shot. Though, life is harsh and the roads are thorny, our will shall cut the Gordian Knot. March 24, 2023 Now That We Are Here Poetry Contest (2nd place) Sponsored By: Unseeking Seeker