Adversity (Submitted by Mike Po)

Dear Adversity,
Well well. Here we go again. Didn't get enough of me yesterday, so you thought you'd come back for more of me??. Lately, you drain me. You constantly show up to pester me, waiting, like a viper in the grass to show your nasty face when I'm at my weakest and lowest point. Whenever I feel happiest, you always come and my party comes crashing down.
Right out of the gate, you tower over me like the highest of mountain peaks. Thoughts of "I don't think I can do it., and Am I ready, willing and strong enough?" cross my mind. Uncertainty overcomes me, but I press on anyway, like the soldier who, when everyone is running away from explosions and fire, I run straight for it ready to fight. One foot in front of the other my methodical and strategic steps stamp the earth like a sewing needle jumps it's stitch. I fight on an incline, and half way up, I feel weighted and struggle. Pictures of you laughing in my face, hang over my head, right in front of my face, like the cartoons, where the donkey chases the carrot on the stick and string and I'm the donkey, you're the carrot. But I keep moving.
3/4 of the way up I've hit my wall. Feeling like every step and every breath I take is so very much harder than the previous. Grass turns to trees, trees turn to stone and stone turns to snow and ice as I keep fighting to overcome your seemingly endless peak. You attack me from the inside out poisoning my mind and devouring my heart. But I keep moving.
And just when I can't take another step......
I'm at the top. I've conquered you, adversity!!!!! I stare at the sunset with my left foot, and prosthetic right foot anchor your shoulders while you lay face down in defeat. You can't stop me Adversity. So take this message with you. When you think you're powerful enough to challenge me again, I'll be ready. When you got an entourage and a hype man to make you feel strong, I'll be ready. When you sense weakness in me and feel my pain and sorrow, even then.....ill be ready. If you ever show your sorry ass in my presence again, though the situation and circumstance may be different, the resolve will be the same. An old Chinese proverb says, "the man who removes mountains, starts by carrying away small stones", and when that time comes I'll be willing to put in the work and demonstrate the strength and patience to see you to your demise.

10 Comment

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    Great submission Mike!!!

    1. Mike po says: Reply

      Thank you so very much! Really appreciate the support

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