Forward Is The Only Way Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Thin ice beneath my feet,
A cracking sound, a chilling beat.
Behind me, shadows creep,
Like hungry wolves that will not sleep.

My treasure waits, a distant gleam,
No turning back, or so it'd seem.
Forward is the only way,
Whatever price I have to pay.

Life gives no map, no guiding sign,
Just choices made, both yours and mine.
Trust in the path, and what may be,
Hope for a way, wild and free.

Will water win, or wolves so near?
Or will I find my treasure, banish fear?

The end unknown, a silent fight,
But I must strive with all my might.
To reach the best, the shining prize,
With courage burning in my eyes.

The ledger bleeds, the collectors call,
They tear at love to make us fall.
The paper wolves of debt and greed,
Devouring every peace we need.

I hold you close through freezing air,
Two souls beset by cold despair.
But modern contracts demand their toll,
And legal shadows claim the soul.

The ice is splitting us apart,
A frozen fracture through the heart.
The wolves smile wide upon the shore,
Ready to divide what's ours once more.

The ending fades to misty gray,
As heavy structures block our way.
I'll hold the treasure of your hand,
Sinking beneath the shifting sand.