It's as if we're climbing
over mountains,
except by some cruel trick
we trek along the fault line
rather than across
and as we crest each painful saddle
there is no choice
but to slide back down the other side,
blistered, limping, starved,
and carrying too much weight,
hoping the next peak
will be the last.
Except,
it's nothing like climbing mountains,
for at least in the mountains
I can breathe.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
It's as if we're climbing
over mountains,
except by some cruel trick
we trek along the fault line
rather than across
and as we crest each painful saddle
there is no choice
but to slide back down the other side,
blistered, limping, starved,
and carrying too much weight,
hoping the next peak
will be the last.
Except,
it's nothing like climbing mountains,
for at least in the mountains
I can breathe.
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