The Trek

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.

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