In his mind a mountain stands tall,
The circuitous path leading up to crawl.
With crevasses deep, both small and grand,
Each step a trial on what road to land.
Some paces easy, one can manage,
Others hard, needing God’s help to bandage.
He carried a burden, a weight so vast,
Haunted by echoes of a troubled past.
With trembling heart, he took a stand,
To share his truth, to take her hand.
With faith and trust as a guide,
A constant thought, naught to hide.
With all confidence, there he spoke,
A habit he so assiduously broke.
She who listened, had no judgment alight,
Seeing not his past, but his will to fight.
One day he will see, he was never alone,
God is always with him, through every milestone.
→I see you running too, although not by sight,
Your determination shines, a beacon in the night.
You’re one to admire, a work of art,
Your stride is strong and true, like the rhythm of your heart.
From where I stand, I watch, with hope and admiration,
I see who you become, as a piece of God’s creation.
On the mountain you climb, I witness perseverance shown,
And in your radiant blue eyes, the vigorous tone.
You may not be there yet, but one day you will know
I’ll always be rooting for you, and my love will always grow.
And when you reach that finish line, I’ll look you in the eyes,
Knowing you’re the man worth following, until the day that I die.
This is about a boy I fell for. It has been a while since I have posted any poems on here, but this was the start of my poems relating to him. No matter his past, I love him either way.
It is also inspired by a song he wrote for me (why the arrow is there)
