The Urge to Wonder

Up the hill I stagger;

Fatigue

Heaving with every breath

Seasons changing with me

My legs chop their way through;

Broken

Climbing against the density

Heart and mind meet in despair

At the midpoint I rest;

Ponder

Looking down the path I tread

Curiosity filling the grooves

Standing with uneasy confidence;

Doubt

Urging myself forward

Pushing against my will

The top I reach with resentment;

Discourage

Peering at the wall I've reached

No further passion do I have

I sit in silence at that point;

Peace

Thinking through my broken self

I feel a certain urge to wonder