the climb
Through the thick clouds,
a soft powder lies on the tip of its peak.
Sleeping above everyone, never to awaken.
Nobody can see it but it’s right above them.
It never moves or acts.
To have stood upon the surface is envied by most.
Snow flurries down as the lone climber braces forward.
All of the forces of nature working against him
while he struggles onward.
He violently swings his ice pick into the rock and snow
to pull himself up further.
Every ounce of his energy is put to moving forward.
At long last he gazes down from the top.
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by Josh
