The mirroring of life displays a path clearly seen yet not experienced

I wallow in uncertainty without the choice of fate’s turn

Represented…the glass ceiling crystal clear

Ambitions arise…absent of fear.

The uneven stones tell the tale

Those who stood and have fallen before me

Leaving a trail of a haunting past

Freedom desired…survivors are the remnant of the captives

Castings lots to see how long they’ll last

Dreams are vast

Laboring actions overcast…by the veil of the glass

The uneven stones create the path

who will be a survivor of the endurance?