Almost there,

Halfway to the summit.

I slip, I fall

But I keep going.

Hanging on by a thread,

But pulling myself back up.

"Shake it off, I'll be fine"

Is what I tell myself.

But in reality,

I am unsure if I am lying to myself.

I can't stop, I won't stop,

I must finish what I have started.

I wasn't dealt the best hand, 

But I must keep fighting.

Death is always lingering

In the back of my mind.

But I evade,

Escaping his grasp.

I don't know how much longer I can do this,

But I definitely won't give in.

I'm almost there,

Halfway to the summit.