Sunday, 30 September 2018

The Trek

Poem inspired by Anis UM Kelantan 


The Trek

No one said it would be easy.
The path is long,
winding and meandering
studded with jagged stones
laced with thorny weeds
potholes of fathomless pits
sleek mud slippery and sludgy
the incline steep and merciless
the decline harsh on knees
the impact, piercingly painful
and the ways of the hills
erratic, unforgiving.
No one said the trek
would be easy.
Easy is for cowards.
The brave
plow on
trudge on
plod on
hold on
fight on
as we gingerly pick through
the clear patches
making each step count
and steps turn into miles
and miles into a breathtaking journey
the refreshing breeze in our hair
whispering hope into our ears
as we the brave
plow on
trudge on
plod on
hold on
and fight on,
sweat and dirt cake our leathered skin
rain showers misty droplets or
thunderous hailstorms
cleansing the lenses
unveiling a better path forward
sweeping debris away
casting obstacles aside
charting a straighter route
and God willing
we Will
reach our final destination as
after darkness comes dawn
the peak, a celebration
of sunrise
sunlight
sunshine
beaming
as a beacon so bright
greets us on
the horizon of hope
if only we
plow on
trudge on
plod on
hold on
and fight on.

Never surrender.

This trek.
No one said it would be easy.



S.E.Koh
24/8/17

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