7/19/22
I've always dreamed of climbing
that rocky mountain,
while this bed locks me down
like an office to an accountant.No journey looks more conquerable
than that of this future expedition,
a challenge so acceptable
but not in my current condition.
No mountain is traversable
from this comfortable resting position,
so I question if this lifestyle is maintainable
or if it's time to attempt this mission.Few birds are given wings when born
yet never set out to fly.
So as I lay her with pajamas worn,
fighting my mood swings with scorn
and both sides of my brain torn,
I think what a waste it would be to not try.This morning I set
out to climb this rocky
mountain.
The trail is long but the
journey is not
as rocky as what I might've have
thought.Few rocks cross my
path
in this unfamiliar territory.
It's a safe walk, but it
leaves me anxious as I look back
on the trail
down behind me.My legs are tired so
I chose to rest for a bit.
So far, I've seen many pretty
birds and goats, trees
and flowers
an experience more enjoyable than
I would admit.I get up, my tired legs still flabby.
The journey ahead still looks
cloudy, but I have lost sight
of that cabin,
so I continue gladly.I have almost made it to the top,
but in front of me stands a
creek, over which I cannot hop.
The trail behind me looks more
slippery
than ever,
but I have come too far
to fall for this mental trickery.I search for nearby rocks
over which I can walk.
I found some a ways down
by some pretty birds
with each other whom they talk.They remind me of this mission
and how I had plenty of fun.
They force out of me an admission
of my embarrassingly poor precision
at predicting the outcome of this run.With goats running past me
and birds flying over me,
I reach the top of this mountain.No dream has a goal more exciting
than it is achievable.
It is time to chase those dreams
which I know are worth undertaking.
My newfound confidence and love
for myself is immeasurable,
yet so is the pity I have for the me
who found it unimaginable
to climb this rocky mountain.