Unfinished mark of the anniversary of change.

One year ago...Death marked the end of fear, beginning of change, extension of strength..
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Fighting the loneliness everyday
it seems that the mountain's the only way.
Climbing and fighting my life away
bearing the weather to break through again.

I know that tomorrow I'll stand on the top
still inches between me and the way to drop.
Only my will to fend off the dark thoughts
that threaten my balance and ask me to stop.

Although the horizon is warm and bright
I struggle to feel it while alone in the night.
The sun in the morning reminds me to fight
the moon in the evening reveals my true plight.

Fiery passion fuels the trail to descend
the rush of the rivers will guide me to mend.
The force of balance that each boulder lends
brings blessings of silence; the fusion of strength.

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Not my typical style at all... but I guess this coming anniversary is anything but typical...