Last Mountain Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently I climb that last mountain of life, filled with
sacrifices and tribulations that no one could ever under-
stand.

Lifting eyes heavenward, heart heavy, spirit lifting me
up in spite of everything, so acclimated to the pain and
suffering through the years.

No one to greet me as I struggle with these last miles of
life, walking along the shores of this last horizon, tears
falling, feet stumbling, still moving forward.