Courage

A brief poem

This molehill I make
with every step I take
towards its towering heights.

A mountain of doubt
and anxiety howls
begging me for my life.

To cower and stop
before I drop
through thinning sky,

to my death below,
this mountainous inferno,
be careful, save my life.

With shuddering breath,
I take my next step,
as the volume builds

voices now wish
I didn't exist,
so this trial could be over with.

But I can't break
from these steps I take,
I set my mind like flint.

Though they howl,
shout the deadliest doubts,
I will persist

till my flag's upon its summit.