The Climb

The climb was dreadful, full of tears,
Exhausting, painful, rich in fears,
The mountain tall, the peak unseen,
And reaching it—too far a dream.

With dangers lurking all around,
From high above and on the ground,
The climb was grey and oh, so long,
An endless nightmare, vivid, strong.

With famished vultures seeking prey,
With struggles growing day by day,
With piercing rocks waiting below,
The climb was dangerous, unknown.

The cliffs were cold against the skin,
Shivering breaths flew with the wind,
The body—pressed against the stone,
So tightly, hurting every bone.

Adversity in every way,
Each hopeful breath wanting to claim,
And yet the climb is now complete,
With bleeding hands and trembling feet.

The peak is silent, yet it speaks
And every enemy defeats.
The view is clear, the dream’s come true,
Now that the mountain’s been subdued.

– Patricia