Allusive Poem

Getting beat down by tricks,
Listening to hurtful lies,
Kept from doing what I want to do,
Getting knocked down on my feet,
Being bombarded by homework,
All part of the steepness
Of the mountain of life.

Climbing little by little,
With my hands I call friends,
And my feet I call family,
Helping me get higher each day.

It seems impossible to climb to the top,
So high that I can’t even see it,
Like an impossible test, but not for a throne,
Or to gain my rightful place,
Without even knowing the point,
Of all this hard work and effort.

But I am too high to climb down,
And I must not look back,
Because seeing my past decisions,
Will stall me from reaching the top.

I will continue to climb,
Some days higher than others,
I will refuse to fall or slip,
And I will do whatever it takes,
Just to see the peak of life,
And the spectacular view,
Of what just might be,
My rightful place.