Looking up ahead, the sight is daunting.
Rigid, cold, dreary.
What lies among is unknown.
The hard rock beneath each step is unforgiving
Ice falls from the sky,
Will I ever make it through?
Chilled to the core, yet pushing on.
Reaching the top and filled with relief,
For now what lies beyond is revealed.
A clear path.
Golden rays reach down,
What was once believed to be all cold and ice
Is now filled with warmth.