Mountain

I climb. 

Can’t see the peak 

Only focused on the now. 

Prepared for the future. 

Learned from my past. 

Tears on my sleeve.

Hands hard from the rocks.

Skin tanned from the suns. 

Muscles carved from the climb.

Blood on my feet. 

Shaking. 

I chose this Mountain. 

To live on.

I believe in this. 

This is my Paris. 

This is my Mountain. 

This is my Struggle 

This is my Pain.

This is my Happiness.

This is my Will. 

This is my Victory.