The Stone Unburdened

The weight upon my chest, a stone,

Heavy burden, all alone.

A mountain path, so steep and long,

Doubt whispers, where do I belong?

Scars etched deep, reminders past,

Battles fought, some won, some cast.

Tears I've cried, a salty stream,

Yet hope flickers, a distant gleam.

One step I take, a shaky start,

Muscles tense, a work of art.

The wind whispers, "You've braved the storm,

Strength within you, keeps you warm."

Each step a triumph, though so small,

Victories earned, I stand up tall.

The path unfolds, a winding way,

But sunrise paints a brand new day.

The weight lessens, piece by piece,

Resilience blooms, I find release.

The mountain peak, once out of sight,

Now bathes in golden morning light.

So let the scars be lessons learned,

A testament to battles burned.

For I have climbed, with grit and grace,

And found the strength to win this race.