Up To The Peak

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I just keep climbing
the heightened air clears my mind
So I just kept walking
There was no destination
No thoughts of how far I had come
I was still going
The higher I got, the lighter I felt
The further I went, the more the weight lifted
I just didn't stop
The thinner the air, the more I could breathe
I never noticed my exhaustion
All I could think of was getting to the top
The taller the peak, the more I could keep walking
I honestly never thought of going back
I didn't know what I would do when I reached the top.
The remarkable thing was,
When I began my ascent, I felt heavy and angry
Halfway up, I noticed I finally felt neutral
and all I could think about was going further
I was addicted to feeling above it all
Then I finally reached the top
I looked and saw nowhere to go
That's when I broke
I broke in the opposite direction
My pieces shattered
And when I dropped to my knees in the cold ice
The pieces fell in a pile
And this time
By some miraculous chance
They seemed to form a person
They became crystallized by the cold
The longer I stayed in tears on my knees
The stronger my pieces were
So I picked up my new form, and headed back down
Realizing that a mass in pieces, is a lot heavier

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