I am Sisyphus,
Rolling a stone up a hill.
Except, my stone is different.
My stone is 7th grade.
I continue to roll my stone up every day,
and when I finish,
Night has fallen and The Stone falls back down again.
The Stone gets heavier and heavier,
Harder to push each day,
A boulder.
But there is someone
pushing the same boulder,
Pushing right beside me.
This is what helps me push The Stone.
This person,
Always there,
Even when it gets hard to see.
This person,
Always with me,
And helping me push The Stone.
Each and every day I push this stone of life,
Of challenges,
Of friendship,
Of work,
Of wondering how I could possibly continue.
But I am Sisyphus,
and there is someone right beside me,
Helping me push the Stone,
The Stone of 7th grade.
So I will continue to push.
And I will make it through.