I am not sure where I stand on this mountain
sometimes I think I'm at the top
Then I look up and there is more,
like it grows out of spite
my accomplishments seem empty
What am I suppose to be working towards?
I'm trying to get a grip but my fingers keep slipping
Where are the tools I need?
I am not equipped for this climb
There is a weariness in my bones that I have never known before
I know I must continue
But I want to quit
Where is the end?
When is the end?
What's at the end?
I know you know,
I know you will reveal it when the time is right.
It is like my vision is slightly blurred
I know something is there and I must keep moving forward,
Some days harder than others
I start tripping
I suddenly realize I'm running,
Wait, . .
this is not what you asked of me
I feel you gently reminding me,
This is not a race.
A climb yes, but a race no
It is just me,
Your comforting words guide me
I forgot I'm not alone
This climb is together
I look up once again and find it all too daunting
Sweat stings my eyes
But not as painful as the ache in my heart
You reach both arms to me
and remind me to take my time
and I am not alone