As I make the trek up the shallow incline
Pink is the only color to be seen in the skyline
As the Sun is slowly setting over the towering pines
The rain unveils obstacles of every kind
A path much more painful than what I had left behind
The same rain that left these bare feet so soft and weak
Making any sort of pain make someone feel so meek

These trees with such great height
Can hide me from the the terrifying sight
Of the oncoming night
Yet the trees that may protect me from the fright of the night
They may also confine me from the welcoming light

Knowing now that I must get moving
I find the path full of sticks and rocks protruding
The path that is needed for commuting
The dirt incline gets rougher as it unravels
I find a concoction of dirt and knife sharp gravel
For my unsheltered feet this is a treacherous travel
In the cold of the dreaded rain I shiver
Yet drowned out by the the pain making me wince and quiver

As I reach the peak
Where I no longer feel weak
I finally find what I seek
A place that is safe
A place to think,  know that i had been hurt worse before
having pain is bound to happen more.
As I open the door to a shelter, with walls bare and thin
Regardless of what a small journey it has been
I can close my eyes
I Know that more than I have cried these cries

Proceed to shed my cold wet clothes
And wiggle my toes
To bring warmth to what had once froze
As I lay down in bed
And rest my head
With serenity and sanctity from the shadows
At last I let my built up thoughts flow.