In the rugged terrain of ambition's climb,
Where dreams soar high, but the path is oftentimes blind,
There lies a tale of struggle, of relentless toil,
Where every step forward seems wrapped in turmoil.

With sweat upon brow and calloused hands,
We brave the storms, traverse barren lands.
Obstacles loom like mountains tall,
But still, we press on, refusing to fall.

The weight of doubt, a burden heavy,
Yet determination remains steady.
Through setbacks and failures, we persevere,
For the flame of hope is always near.

In the darkest hour, when all seems lost,
We muster the strength, no matter the cost.
For within us burns a fire bright,
A fierce resolve to conquer the night.

Though the journey be arduous, fraught with pain,
We press forward, undeterred by the strain.
For it's in the struggle, we find our might,
And in the end, we emerge into the light.

So let us embrace the hardships we face,
For they shape us, mold us, leave their trace.
And when we finally reach that distant shore,
We'll know it was worth every battle we bore.
© shanita