The climb to the summit,
With a reaching of it done...
Is anti-climatic.
From atop peaks the valleys below,
Appear lush and beautiful.
And freed of harmful snakes with venom,
Camouflaged and prepared to strike.
The process of falling down on paths,
Picked by one believed are less dangerous...
Than the ones previously experienced.
With a giving to one more endurance to achieve,
Is a myth!
That one path picked is it!
With no guarantee or return of a deposit.
Only those who have accomplished,
With patience...
Realize it was during the journey,
The lessons taught were more appreciated...
Upon reviewing their steps made.
And coming to grips with surviving through fantasies...
Is a raw...'up-in-your-face' undertaking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem