Uncharted Territory

Life is acres of uncharted territory.
I carve myself a path
through the forest,
dense as morning fog.
I stop and gaze
at the dazzling waterfalls,
before pressing onward into
a new, undiscovered desert
festering with mirages and
poisonous insects.
I must brave raging rivers and terrible ice storms,
but I fight, for I
am a fighter
and I shall pull through.

When I pull through,
I find a heavenly grove of fruit
next to a lake that is glass.
I seize the opportunity, and I celebrate,
for I know that moments like these
are not so common.
I move on.

I climb the sheerest, steepest mountains,
and when I reach their tops,
I stop,
and I look back,
over the lands I have passed through,
and I remember
all I have seen,
and all I have done.
But I continue.
When my journey is done,
I am not sorry,
because
I look at all this land, and it is
no longer uncharted,
but it is mine.