Chosen

Once again, another failure. It’s like the pick of the litter, it’s my flavor. I climb the mountain, and I am almost there. Then the wind of disappointment comes out of nowhere. Yet again, I am at the bottom, hopes and dreams again forgotten. Why is my life up and down? Should I keep trying or shut down? Sometimes I am through with this rat race called my life. If I cannot conquer my destined plight. I break down on the playground and find myself in lockdown. I don’t know what is worse, fighting an entity that I do not know, Or facing the horrors of my former shadows. The fruits of my labor did not start with me. Perhaps I should search for my family tree. In the roots of my ancestors, I might find the key, To break the chains of this cyclical misery. With each branch, a story, a lesson to learn, A beacon of hope, for which I yearn. For in their struggles, I might see, The strength and resilience passed down to me. So I rise once more, with renewed might, To conquer my fears and reclaim my light. For every fall, there’s a chance to rise, And on my journey, I’ll find the prize.