The Will

I pass by various roads,

Some were smooth,

Some were rocky and

Some were swampy.

I carry the pressure and battle the friction,

While comforting others. 

I do get hurt in my journey 

And often get injured, 

Some times rusted nails hurt me,

Some times the thorns betray me.

With patches and pain, I continue my journey.

I may reach the destination late,

But my destiny depends on my will power, 

Not with whom I come in contact.

The poem signifies about self-acceptance in life by ignoring the external world, it's one's will power that decides a journey called spirit.