New Challenges

A poem I just wrote

I’ve been walking

on a plateau

this summer,

no mountains

shielding my view,

the glorious

sunlight on my face,

caressing my skin.

Now,

I look up

at a mountain

with a peak

so high,

it is

lost in

the clouds.

Nevertheless,

I begin the

journey to

the top.

sometimes,

I slip, or fall over

something that

I wasn’t expecting,

but I keep going,

waiting for that first

small glimpse

of the top.

My arms

and legs

ache,

begging me to

stop,

to take a break.

I ignore their

pleadings,

and continue with

my long trek

to the top.

One day,

 I finally

catch a glimpse

of the top,

and my

heat soars

with hope

and longing.

The next day,

 it is obscured again,

but I know

it’s there,

waiting for me,

and

only

for

me.

Author's Note

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