The Climb

The base; the beginning
of my unending.
Gradually, the dirt embrace
my boots. Elevation strains
my breath. Yet, my soul is free.
Air thinning; conviction heightening.
My pioneer eyes are unbarred
soaking in every cliff. Only one fear
existed. Self-doubt; was buried on the summit.
Her grave marked by one stone. She returned
home. Her heart carrying
the fierceness of the mountain.

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