balance

one foot after another
the resounding feel of making progress
i try and keep that feeling in my head
i am making progress
the rain falls heavy and merciless
while the wind leaves a desire to burn alive
this feeling is un-shakable
inescapable nothingness
the cold is stuck in my bones
i try and focus on anything
anything besides my shoes taking on water
this is hell
this is life
just try and focus on the things within reach
any farther and you are sure to lose hope
once hope is lost, all is lost
so may i always take small steps
and focus on whats within my grasp
happiness will not elude me
i grip the handle of the front door
as if i could lose it like a fallen comrade in battle
pulling the door open
my prize waits on the other side