Some of you say I have the gift of a word

That I should write and be heard

But most of the time I’ve nothing to say

As I watch day mesh into day

Passion is the ink of my pen

Ugly is lately where it’s been

Happiness seems so simple to some of you

But you’ve no idea what I’ve been through

I write and delete what you don’t want to see

But it’s not less a part of me

Some people say that “Life is a climb.”

To which my response is a rhyme

I’ve gone as far as I want to go

The peak is behind me, I see what’s below

As I come down, I would be content

If this truly was my final descent