I lost an uphill battle
The climb was so much that I toppled into despair
The trees whispered of a miracle to help
Yet they lied just like all of the others

I laid in that grove for decades
Wailing and crying myself to sleep
Yet I never had a restful night
For the battle was still raging inside me

I imagined death so much that it felt more like a memory
The quiet days ahead seemed to go on forever
Though I would not see them all
For I have already ascended into the life better than all the others