Ups and downs

A Poem by Mar-Mar

At times, It feels like we are just going round n' round

Walking.
Walking long and far,
Up hills,
Down cliffs.
But slowly.
Like being stuck in tar.

Like before.
Walking up hills,
And down cliffs.
Why do we choose this?
Follow the same pattern.
Over and over.
Going in circles.

Happier people have the easy walk.
You know, The ones everyone wishes to be.
Or just things we wish to be.
When they walk,
Hills bow down and flowers grow,
In their footprints.

Those like me,
Ones who struggle with daily tasks.
Waking up, getting out of bed.
Because my lungs are like led.
Heavy.
My footsteps are hollow,

My movements have no purpose.
I walk up mountains,
But unlike others.
Once I reach the top,
Of that mountain so high.
I don't climb back down.
For I jump.
And hope I survive the landing.