What Is It? Poem by Shawn Johnson

What's that flashing in the distance,
is it the stars above, or is it the clashing weapons.

When will I ever find out - it feels so far away,
but what ever it is, at least it will pay.

What will it be like when I reach the light,
will it dim, or will it be worth the fight?

How many other people walk this distance?
How many other people make it this distance?
It's so scary, as you can fall at any time,
but some people just get back up and try a few more times.

What ever is at the light,
I will grab a hold of it,
because I'm not afraid of flight.
I know I can make it and hold on tight.