Not Lost After All

All along I carry your faith,

Your hopes so high your love innate.

I feel the pull of the mighty stars

Never stopping, I've come so far.

Fire-dry throat and my legs do burn,

But that is of my least concerns

For I know, that the fruits of this

Are precious, poetic, are showers of bliss.

You worry, you cry, you think of me,

But the path I'm on shall set me free

I sense, I see, I feel your pain,

But all of this brings greater gain.

Higher, Further, Faster I tread,

Merrily dancing in my own head

Lo and Behold, I see the peak

Cheering me on, the petals speak.

These last steps so heavy are,

But faints away my guilt bizarre

I strike my foot, scarring the land

So much so it morphs in sand.

All my life I held me back

And now I stand on the mighty stack

The clouds rushing even closer now

Such grandeur makes me take a bow.

The level ground turns into my throne,

A relic to cherish, my Rosetta Stone.

I think of you and know your joy,

While trying to revive that inside boy.

A mist returns and lifts the dread

And all the monsters under my bed,

Melt away and turn in ice

As the haunted child opens his eyes.

My heart lifts up and breaks it chains,

And droughted soul fills up with rains

The hardships the fails the pains so dense

At the end of Time is this.. victory I sense?