The Climb

Inspiration strikes sometimes from the oddest sources. I wonder if anyone can guess my inspiration here? Kind of obvious I guess. This piece is mainly depicting the struggle of life.

 

I’m climbing

A long and tubular odyssey is my mountain

 

I ascend with a methodical determination, never once considering stopping or slowing

Not comprehending even what it is to stop

 

This valley of manufacture is to me a mere means of travel suitable to my needs

I climb without impatience

 

Wet

Suddenly my gauntlet is rejecting me

 

Forcing my retreat like the raging current of a stream

My progress undone as I tumble back to my beginning

 

Sunshine

Sunshine repairs my path of untold summit, all is arid and solid once more

 

Unwearied and without discouragement my effort begins anew

My ascent recommences with a redoubled speed and effort

 

I’m climbing

On I climb….

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.
Reviews most welcome below.

BP