Road To North

Along the road, someone place a rock on my shoulder.

Along the road, I walked with pain and much more slower.

Along the road, the sun was there to make me warmer.

Along the road, the rain was there to drench me colder.

Along the road, the rock grew big and much more heavier.

Along the road, some hands supported while I rest my shoulder.

Along the road, the giants' laughters were much more louder.

Along the road, my feet was numb and filled with blisters.

Along the road, my mind was weak and full with anger.

Along the road, the pain was too great to walk on further.

Along the road, I drop the rock and walk on calmer.

Thanks for the rock on my shoulder. What does not kill me will definitely make me stronger.