(The Most Difficult Part Of The Journey (by Sarah Abdelhakim Amer Elsayed

I ride my bike uphill.
The winds are blowing hard;
they're pushing me back,
trying to get me off my track.

The higher I go,
the harder they blow.

When I'm almost at the top,
I notice that my breathing has stopped!
At first I think it's the physical stress,
but then I know it's the winds pressing down on my chest.
But I see the top,
so I'm not giving up!