the Ascent

A poem by Andrew Fritz.

Climb and climb until I stop to whine and dine

Will my sorrow spill out to only rise and drown me out?

Days can be cold, so my bones have told, but so has my soul

Will my courage silence the doubt?

At what age will I have it all figured out?

I climb and I climb and there are days I feel fine

The sun burning the darkness away

I wonder how long it will take to reach the peak

But certainly not today

What awaits for me above?

A new perspective, strength and love

A chance to scream my name from the mountaintop

A chance to see where I came from

And a chance to see where I’m headed

But most importantly, to feel the moment, as I stand solid

As I stand on my own two feet, yet again.


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