Sometimes I imagine
What life will be like
When all this change
Is behind me.
It's hard
Trying to see
Around the enormity
Of the mountain
That still stands before me;
I am only in the foothills
And already I am winded.
The best thing, I suppose,
Is not to look
At the mountain,
But to see each tree
And each flower
Along the way
As sentinels of my journey,
Marking my accomplishments
With beauty
And promising ever more
With each step.
I will succeed,
And someday
I will stand atop the mountain
Gazing into the valley behind me,
Filled with trees and flowers,
And smile...
For the journey, hard though it was,
Will have been worth it.