your wish must be <br />mothered by passion <br /> <br />your first step maybe <br />desire but it will not <br />always be the same <br /> <br />the other steps till the <br />end of your journey <br />towards that highest peak <br />will all be bleeding <br />sacrifices of the feet <br /> <br />you carry with you the <br />heavy weight of silence <br />like four sacks of rice <br />burdening your back <br /> <br />you are no longer fragile <br />as a morning glory <br />your eyes pierce the skin <br />of the ground, daggers all. <br /> <br />you forget your name <br />you shed off masks <br />you do not know a face <br />you keep that spirit <br /> <br />you have become all the <br />elements of nature: wind, <br />sea, mountain, space, <br />meteor, sun and moon, <br />but you are still one <br />as the steel self that you <br />are, a man apart from the rest. <br /> <br />you know beforehand about <br />your ending, you become a stone <br />part of the cliff, kissed by <br />the clouds, sings with the <br />wind, overlooking the plains.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-towards-the-top/
