It is the end of days.
It is the end of what I began.
It is the end of how hard I tried.
It is the end of my plan.
The journey was tiring.
My feet are worn and my shoes have fallen off.
My skin is blistered on my hands
and I look back at what this has cost.
I see the smile on that beloved face.
I can hear the joy in each laugh.
So even if I could rid myself of the pain,
I would never in a million years go back.
I am tired now.
But I am home and I have finished what I began.
Except now unlike before,
I have my prize in hand.