Hope to Find a Blossom

I climb the hills,

Hiking over branches entwined from the past.

I hold hope to find a blossom planted many years past,

Hoping to be reminded that hard work pays off.

When I reach the clearing,

Thorns and sharp wires meet my view and touch.

It takes much effort to reach you,

My love for your existence fuels me,

But the sharp disappointment leaves me questioning why I try.

Inspired by an effort to help my daughter that turned out not so pleasant.