The Mountain

Posted by on Jun 11, 2015 in Poetry | No Comments

Nestled on the edge of civilization
There was a woman
There was a mountain.

Mount Rainier in the morning

Every clear day the woman looked up to the mountain.
“Someday, someday,” she said. “I will conquer you.”
“Someday, someday,” she said. “I will climb your jagged path and reach your summit.”
The mountain did not reply.

The day arrived to climb the mountain.
“Today, today,” she said. “I will conquer you.”
“Today, today,” she said. “I will climb your jagged path and reach your summit.”
The mountain did not reply.

The woman began to climb the jagged path.
Mile by mile, she slowly climbed.
One mile, two miles, three miles…
“Another day, another day,” she said. “I will conquer you.”
“Another day, another day,” she said. “I will climb your jagged path and reach your summit.
The mountain did not reply.

The woman sat on a rock, cold from the sweat of her exertions.
“Today, today,” she said. “I will conquer you.”
“Today, today,” she said. “I will climb your jagged path and reach your summit.
The mountain did not reply.

Yard by yard, inch by inch, the woman slowly began to climb again.
Every bone, every muscle in her body screamed for her to stop.
“Today, today,” she said to her body. “I will conquer the mountain.”
“Today, today,” she said to her body. “I will climb this jagged path and reach the summit.

The woman climbed.
The woman climbed the jagged path.
The woman reached the mountain summit.
“Today, today,” she said. “I have conquered the mountain.”
“Today, today,” she said. “I have climbed the jagged path and reached the summit.”
The mountain welcomed her with open arms.

Mount Rainier (20/52)

Love, Ana

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