Mountain
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
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