The Climb

Struggling to maintain every hold My body aches at each effort. I have climbed so far, so long. One mile, two, a thousand feet, A few inches? Who knows? I cannot judge.

How much farther do I have to go?! This climb is draining my energy, My inspiration (aspiration?). I have lost the determination to keep going. Staying still will cause my eventual fall. Falling means death but offers release. What should I do? My mind only adds to the tumult Seeking one direction then the next.

But suddenly a message reverberates From deep within offering clarity and poise: Climbing is progress but can be difficult and slow. Falling is easy but renders the journey incomplete. There is, however, another way. I can spread my heart's wings and FLY!

Golapendu - San Francisco.