Up
the Hill
My body now aches from years of pushing.
My soul lies heavy with hints of despair, for legs are too weak to
stand.
And now I strain to open
my eyes, as body falls to the ground.
I look up and there
is a big hill infont of me. Just its colossal sight takes my
energy away along with my drive. I take a beep breath push my sore
legs as hard as I can. But I feel as if I'm moving as slow as a
turtle on the
busy road,
that’s all I’m now, for it's all I can do. And now as the cars flash
bye they make the ground
shake & tremble, stiring up gusts of wind that make me loose my
balance
and I fumble. I’m just lucky I wasn’t hit, but then sometime I wish
I had been.
I look ahead again
and now the steep hill has grown into an enormous Mountain!
It’s one even I can’t
hope to climb, because now I cant stand and my body is too hurt to
move.
Now stuck, it’s too far to go down and It’s too high to get
up.
But I’ve never given up, oh but this scares me,
now I want to.
With a last bust I push will all
my might, but yet I get know were. Slowly I slip and begin to fall,
for now the road has become a slick sheet of ice, and there is nothing
to hang on too.
I continue to fall looking for
just a hand,.. a hand of a friend to help me back on my feet
again.
So I can make it , make
it up any Mountant or hill.
cc
8/29/97 Brady Smith
