Climbing this mountain,
Each rock I hoist myself higher,
It seems as if this will never end,
And every rock jiggles more and more.
With no ropes,
No support from me failing,
To the jagged death below me,
That is not an option to think about.
Climbing this rocky mountain,
There are bound to be broken rocks,
Rocks crumble in my hands as I grasp them,,
Hanging on by my nails,
I leap out for the next rock.
Looking up to the top,
That is so far away,
Almost too much to think about,
That there is still a long journey ahead.
Dirty and bloodied,
Only half the journey is over,
The struggle for the end,
Is in an arm’s reach,
Showing that nothing is impossible.













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