Rain that pours, flooding our hearts
With cold freshness, bathing glory
Muddy earth beneath our feet
Heavy steps along the way.
Scorching witness of the sun’s watch
Burning the skin, drench in toil’s moist
With deep breathing, the lungs fight
Dear life holding on in strand
When the night eats up the cloudy sky
Giving birth to those bright stars
As companion to the dark uncertain path
And a promise of dawn behind the full face of the moon.
Under all conditions we continue to grow
Each phase paints another color
Rewriting history, marking our journey
Whispering our presence that once
The road is long and the dead end
Still unknown, still unpredictable
With every step another mile added
Paving for the next traveler who’d follow our prints
Our life means something to someone else’s journey
As we make our path, we named
a new street
The detours we created, ease others’ traffic
To map the destiny from the other end.
To go on ahead is a kind of joy
Every heartache or every bliss
Deepens our footprints in the sand of time
As the tide ebbs on the shore of our beach
Our life becomes less abstract and vague
Before the next pull of the moon
And the ocean wash away our being
We could smile before drowning
We made it!
We are done.
(This poem was among the submissions emailed to email@example.com.)