Silence on this Stretch of Desolation

The days grow dark, the sky grows stormy, the path is so uninviting. Yet this is the path we must continue upon each day. Every other way is blockaded, broken gates a sign not to enter. All we can see ahead is the same stretch of road, disappearing into the horizon, with no sign of it ending, with no sign of hope. The land is barren either side, and we wonder what we are walking towards, if there is anything at the end of the line.The silence is deafening, giving no indication of whether we will make it to the end. 

So many have fallen already.

We cannot escape this path, so we must continue upon it, and live in the hope that there is something better waiting for us at the end; we hope that there is no ominous sky bearing down on us, no desolate landscape to either side. We live in the hope for life. 

But unless we persevere, we may never see anything like it. We must remember, every step of the way, that what's worth the prize is always worth the fight.