Rocks

I climbed those rocks
In fuschia heels
A blessing-gift.

I said the words with eternal hope
That sustained me thus far...

Now I climb these rocks
Of struggle
In tattooed feet
Reminding me of what I have.

Memories
Bitter and sweet
Give me smiles and tears
A broken yet hopeful heart.

No more, no more...
My end is reached
I know better
I knew better

Now, I will listen.

It has been truthful
It has been wonderful
It has been hurtful

And now, it will be done.