The next leap

I tread upon the sombre stones,
and marvel at how far I’ve come,
the sweat and pain I suffered here,
cannot offset the glee I feel.

Just as the toad first leaps then snags,
so I must trudge to reap the gain.
and though it seems plenty enough,
it pales opposed to greater tests.

Thus I await the next trial,
a smile flirting my reddened cheek,
all prepped and firm in will and body,
and pray and hope I will not fall.