Continuing on

a poem

You are the prize
that cannot be won

I hear you whisper
just enough
to keep me dangling
from this cord
of perseverance

So many days
I took you for granted
and now that you are gone
something in me pleads
to just give up
but I hear you say
to press on

Up the mountain
I will fly
and try to find
my destiny

Though you remain absent
I will try to climb
this lonely road
without you