Icy Treks — The Journey from Within

It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”– J.R.R. Tolkein

Snowflakes, softness, firmness falls — I keep on moving in the snow Little by little I move across — this icy blizzard, that risky slope

My people have hurried to the top — where the summit awaits, where the tea is warm

But I keep struggling, fighting, grappling on the poles to pull me across — I keep slipping down on these icy slopes, but never will I give up

Does this mean, I might not reach the top — am I just weak, or have I lost?

I lay down on the icy bed, it feels a bliss — it feels like time has paused for now, as the snow falls on my face, covering my body and my self

A moment perhaps, I closed my eyes savoring defeat, confining in peace — the solace around me in that icy blizzard keeps me hoping to see it indeed

I stand back up and pick my wits — I pull across the Icy tundra moving across the edges and trees, readily keeping my self in check

Would this be over, when will it be? — Is it just somber in the icy plane or is it just peaceful or is it just me!

I fell hundreds of times I bet while climbing, that mountain — treading each path with care, uncertain what lies ahead

Every time I fell, I felt alive — afterward, I stopped caring about the defeats — they felt like soft embraces on the icy ground cheeks

It gave me joy, of how I fell — It provided me with the insight of how a life, by which we get carried away not to enjoy the moment’s lapse

I felt this thrilling feeling of falling, of having a taste of defeat — this idle sensation that kept on brewing, the memories made, the instances executed

The people who wait, for me to come back — The stories to tell, the feelings of despair, an awesome tale that will unfold, one day perhaps

This made me realize the worth of life again — in the sight of my goal to survive, I marched towards the peak in zest

With a smile on my face, turning the other cheek — rushing now as I had made my vows to reach the top and screaming in joy

I fell and I rushed — I picked myself up, I moved and drove through the icy pits of despair, failure gave me time to reflect laying there in snowy beds

A feeling thrives one that you realize, of how one can overcome something with the will — a resolve perhaps that doesn’t need your physical strength

Your mental fortitude will prevail, as you come towards the top — It does feel anew, your journey will come to an end

But it’s the path you take and the struggles you persevere that make this arduous journey — a majestic adventure that needs to be celebrated.