She Braves the Valley

Hard-packed hearth from dampen'd dirt 
Raised flames to ranges, cloud-filled call 
Weary heart warm on waving blazes 
She did not freeze. She will not fall. 

Rise sits high with snow-scraped peaks 
Foothills gnarled, bent o' forces low 
The wretched deepness yawns with pow'r
She did not stop. She will not slow. 

The grasping entropic entombing hands
Slip and break against hard-willed stride 
Palms like pathways, white knuckles lining 
She did not stay. She won't abide. 

Th' path is long, not everlasting 
Hark, see the traveler through hellborne strait
She braves the valley with eyes set skyward 
She won't stay here. Mountains await. 

My mental health isn’t awesome right now, but I’m choosing to see it as a valley between mountains of joy. I’ll get back to where I’m meant to be. This is inspired by invictus.