When we sense the summit,

we accept, and embrace all that

the world throws at us.

We know, its just another hill to ascend,

another obstacle our weak grasp upon humanity

will have thrown in our path.

We shed our fears. We toss aside the hindrances of our past.

We disregard the previous desires of our corporeal selves.

We yearn.

We yearn for the heights.

We don’t sense the pain.

We don’t scrutinize the feelings.

We only need to climb.

When we do,

We don’t even recognize the bruises,

when we see them on our skin.

When we are cut, we don’t see the gash,

we simply wonder why, we had occasion to bleed at all.

And when we are emotionally bludgeoned,

both by weather and despair.

we completely forget how to feel, or care.

There is only the summit.

There is only the apex.

There is only a goal.

There isn’t another person there,

There’s no one else,

There is only ourselves,

atop the mountain.

Very humbly, lonely, and holding his hand out to you, atop the mountain,

J