clawing my way up

her mind consumed with ideas
quiet conversations
beyond the comprehension of the others
reading words
studying truths,
being tested by the best
nevertheless
she always passes

and when the day is done
she wonders what will become
of all her efforts
exhausted
depleated
she closes her eyes to let it all go

but when ?
she begs to know

faith, does it matter
being pushed to the edge
backed into a dead end with no way out
she claws her way up
relentless to get to the top

and just when she believes there isn’t a road
she finds one

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