Two more steps,
And I will touch my goal;
The journey has finally ended,
No more sojourns.
There is no wait left.
I just need to push open the doors.
No more guessing of what’s in the store.
The fate has raised the curtain,
Finally I am there.
The goosebump die out;
killing the “Low Confidence” sound.
I won; and I remind myself “I will be” statement.
The sweat taste sweet now, the sweat bear scent.
I am through.
And they who love me
Pump their fist.
This is a triumph of their belief,
Testimony is their eye’s mist.
They hug and celebrate;
Laugh in an animated state.
As they exult in my approach to the goal;
My sense is caught with…….
The milestones left behind;
The dust of the road side;
The broken bridge that I mended;
The quagmire where I was stranded;
The little hand that shove me out,
The pretty voice pepping me before every bout;
The wrong-directions sign posts;
The sore thumbs and broken bones;
The rising up after every fall;
Every inch that I had to crawl;
I think of the complete journey,
Every lesson; all the learning;
All the chasms that engulfed me
But spitted out as someone better
I recollected and realized; this journey is my win.
The END; it doesn’t really matter.
