Persevere

I didn't know i was living when i was alive. 
When i was alive i didn't know the sky was the limit and i could touch it before i die.
Road blocks like mountains and skies so black.
Crawling inch by inch ever so slowly never looking back.
Choking from the smog and the toxic snare.
Alas a clearing as i reach up , almost there.
I could almost taste success in the limitless skies clean air .
No longer crawling through or bound to the Treachery of my past .
At the precipice i feel the mist of the skies bliss.
 No longer clouded by pessimists and people who doubt me , Because im not yet dead and from now on its all about ME!