Life Journey Poem: The Climb
I can feel the sun upon my back
My heart pounding from my exertions
Yet I climb on
Further up the mountain I go
The pack of memories carried with me
Until I stop
Gazing back from my vantage point
I have an eagle's eye view
Of paths taken
The path there I would have chosen
But left to chase another dream
Meant to be
I see that trail was a dead end
Thankfully I veered off track after all
To solid ground
A path I took in confusion
That led to unparalleled knowledge
And newfound wisdom
From here the paths are easily seen
Winding and meeting to form the crossed
Paths of my life
Had I not taken that certain road there
I never would have come to that point just there
The road taken
The trail of tears where in fear I fell
On the rocks of heartache and desperation
Led to a clearing
The way is marked where I started again
A new path to follow that twisted and turned
Leading me on
Were the paths my choosing or did they find me
All the intersections fate or of my own doing
To guide me home
Each life trail mysteriously combined
Show a path well worn but crystal clear
Plainly I see now the paths I needed to take
Finding along each one that one thing
Part of the whole
Looking back one last time at the winding trail
My life paths morph solid as pavement
Cause and effect
Single stones make up a path short or long
Each step along the path leads to something
No map ever provided
Strung all together the trail becomes clear
Each choice or turn leading to others further along
To form the route
Adjusting the pack, now much lighter
Glancing up, several paths beckon
To climb higher
No matter which one I select going on
I will break through clouds and be able to see
How far I've come
About the Poem The Climb
Oftentimes, people reflect on their lives and wonder how they came to be at a certain crossroad or exactly how they got where they ended up. This can apply to anything in life, be it career choices, our choices of marriage partners or even personal decisions we've made, crises we've lived through.
A path is just that; a means of getting from one place to another and made up of individual stones or paces we take one after the other.
When we start out on a certain path in our life, we don't have the luxury of seeing where our footsteps will lead us. That's the beauty of living. Every decision we make along the way leads us to more paths and so on and so on until by the end of our days, our life is one continuous string of smaller paths we have taken. All combined to make the final trail.
Is it fate that leads us to veer from the original path we had in mind or is it something called destiny? Or is it a certain amount of luck, good and bad, or personal choice?
Whatever twists and turns our lives take and no matter how straight or curved our paths might be, the trail speaks volumes about the life of the person walking the path.
If we but pause once in a while to look back and evaluate how far we've come and how, it's possible to find peace within and courage for the rest of the climb.
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