The Journey Poem by Brad Milner

Fight. Fight
I hear it but its just no use.
The cliff is approaching.
There is no controlling it.

The road to this place has been long and
filled with with disappointments, failures
and a few small victories.

opportunities missed, i guess
faces gone by from yesteryear no more than passing blurs

i reach down my fingers gliding through the silky earth below. faster and faster

Fight…fight
From somewhere deep inside, just a whisper at first

Fight….FIGHT
a little louder this time.

I raise my head.
a grin emerges as we almost glide effortlessly toward the edge at a blinding pace

it is at this moment a calm sets in. and i finally realize
Life wasnt so bad after all