It’s like climbing a mountain

So hard to find the words to make it all fit

To make it all sound just right

The terrain gets rockier

My feet start to slide and I just want to stop

I am halfway up the mountain

My limbs fall limp, arms dangle at my sides

I won’t turn around but I need to catch my breath

The tip of the mountain is covered in clouds

My head falls back and stagnant air fills my lungs

The smell of regret stings my brain

It’s a flight of fancy as my feet stab the ground

It starts out slow but then gains pace

The unattainable is fulfilled

I take a brief look at the top of this mountain

Limitless possibilities surround

Marking the end of this climb

Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker

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