TRUDGE

  TRUDGE

Eyes allured by goals when scribbled,

With utmost glee, my plans I roughly jot.

Heightened hopes in air as I swirl with courage

And a dauntless spirit with legs, apt to tread.

Miles to cover as crowd curiously await response!

 

On the cord binding success and my foe, I trudge ,

A choice not to stagger nor stumble. 

Lest I, failure shall bind up,

Or arms clenched by devising schemes .

Trappy, life is with great intellect hard to contend! 

Wings broken and with a bent back, I tread.

Courage lost, a garbled mind - my hopes, fading 

And a thrive to scuttle from life's worries.

The giant with spears, invisible - Life is, 

With arms, flexed and no fading strength! 

@Opemiplenty