The Dark Side Of The Moon

You move forward and it pulls you in,

Wading in knee deep snow,

Been favoured with an ocean of white,

Is it to cushion a fall or to test your will?

Every step is harder,

Every breath is more laboured,

Every fibre of your being is tested.

 

The dark side of the moon,

The beauty that exists, but not seen.

Climbing to the peak is half the battle won,

Going down is what completes the story.

Glorious might be the ascent,

What humbles is the descent.