Shifting stones

Have you ever felt the weight of the world,
As if every step is burdened, every move stalled?
I know this feeling all too well—
Heavy boulders pressing, too much to quell.

But now, I’ve learned to meet them head-on,
Pushing until their weight is gone.
With each forceful shove, I grow, I rise,
Strength is my compass, the fire in my eyes.

No turning back, no halting the stride,
Soon I’ll move with speed and with pride.
Focused, relentless, my sight is clear,
The prize awaits, and I’ll draw near.
-AnnaRosa