-One Day-

It is a difficult thing,
to travel 100 miles up a hill,
in darkness,
with only the will to survive to keep you going.
And, to finally make it to the top of the hill,
to look upon the light,
and not be able to feel it.
To know that their is still 100 miles to go,
to reach the light,
and to be able to bask in the glory of it.
To feel the weak rays,
that stray and come to you,
to tease you,
to torture you the entire way.
To put you up on a pedistal,
give you a taste of the light.
Then the pedistal is taken from beneath you,
slamming you onto the road,
forcing you to go on,
towards the light ahead of you.

Maybe one day the road will end,
and the light will be in reach,
to be felt and enjoyed with a passion,
that has been longed for.
To be able to feel what has been,
for so long,
only looked upon.
Maybe one day the light will be reached.
Maybe one day.