The Mountain
Posted on: August 14, 2012, at 11:11:54pm

I remember when I walked up to the highest mountain,
Thought I would never reach the top.
I was weak and didn't believe in myself...
But somewhere inside something told me to try.

I took my first step towards the mountain and started to climb.
I kept going, because up top, someone was calling me.
At the rate I was going to take days, weeks, months....maybe even years.
But my heart was pounding.

A lot of times I almost fell off the mountain because I became weak.
But then I'd just hold on for my life for something good for me was to come.
I wanted to give up at times.
But my mind kept saying "dont".

After 2 1/2 years I reached up to the top.
I felt like I was on top of the world.
It felt worth it, and my heart felt so filled.
Every cut from every bush, bruise from every rock and sweat that rolled down my forehead was worth it all.

Staying up here just for 6months....
I must say they were the best 6months of my life.
I felt so complete like never before...
And those years of fighting were worth it too.

As time went by I slowly started climbing down the mountain.
It was getting cold up there and I no longer felt complete.
I began my journey down, but sometimes I'd get the call to go back up.
And I would start heading up again but then go back down.

I couldn't handle going up and down over and over...
I just gave up and started heading down.
I was scared to go back up to the top.
And within just a year and half....I reached the bottom.

I looked up at the mountain with tears.
I loved it up there but I know nothing will ever happen.
It broke my heart for I wanted to stay up there.
But somewhere inside of me I knew I wasn't good enough.

So now I walk away from the mountain.
Alone.