
Rocky, icy
Mountain summit,
Peaks above
The clouds.
Alpine world
Of wind and cold.
But also,
Warm and calm.
I go ascending,
Mostly upward.
Climbing, slogging
Pushing, moving.
Ice axe, rope teams,
Crampons, prusik.
Crevasses, glaciers,
Headwalls, ridges.
Glaring sun,
Burning lungs.
Frozen fingers,
And biting wind.
Pain gives way to persistence.
A deep breath of anticipation
Supercharges my lungs.
My focus sharpens.
No more blurry,
No more struggle,
No more doubt.
Within moments,
The horizon magically sinks,
As the mountaintop rises,
And welcomes me
Onto its crest.
I’ve won the battle of my efforts,
And the mountain the war for my soul.
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