RISE, YOU MUST! MY GUIDED FRIEND.

From broken glass,

From the remnants of the splinters scattered;

Each particle reflects lines on your face,

Caused by ill fortune, life torn in tatters.

Could not see the wood for the trees,

Could not find a way for a smooth run;

Where the road never bends,

Where your eyes always sees the sun,

And smooth waters kiss analogy to living and striving upwards in calm.

Making a choice led you to walls;

Making decisions led you to closed doors

Setting you back on a pregnant pause,

Walking with them who walk the moors

Of loneliness, alone for a while, whilst the chill of the unknown howls and calls.

A friend watches from the other side;

You scream for a week, shut down, when he left your life.

You vowed you will never fall;

You travel new paths of life, ever chasing more,

Instinct keeps you climbing, climbing to a place where you can be secure

On every level, without nagging fears, a place in life that's sure, 

Everyday you ascend higher in expectation with anticipating desires of

seeing more.

And one may say:

Climbing to the top is optional

But coming down is compulsory,

From any height in life, being grounded is reality.

Showing the measure of manifested might

Is how you apply yourself to achieve,

Setting goals to accomplish status is fine,

But nothing's more rewarding than reaching the dream.

Shallow attitudes sail like ships without a rudder 

Bombard the mind constantly,

And all you've asked for, are the fruits of your labour.