Imagine your sheer pleasure, at the height of glory
With a head held high and not at all sorry.
Have you ever wondered in the most silent nights
What would have made you reach these heights?
A tale left untold; those ridiculous struggles
Hours of dreaded empty and tough overwhelming troubles.
What urged you to keep fighting
The hardest of all the quests, despite the smiting?
Was is a gentle pat from someone who cared
Or a friendly nudge only for you to be shared?
It could have been even that sweet refreshing glee
That kept you going, never to flee.
No matter what, you went on your way
And ended up delighted that you didn’t sway.
That is what counts in the darkest hours
To not let go that what is ours.
Just on your way.