I climb. Although a harsh wind and sleet sweeps these hills, my temperament remains steady. Although the path is treacherously steep I have been thoughtful, I have come ready. The footfall here is few and far between and some who came to conquer, could not cope. As I push on past the point where they've been, I look into a mist that holds my hope. Joy lies beyond a helm wind of despair and must be battled with to be surpassed. I will prevail here knowing that it's there. I’ll conquer fell and fall so I’ll be passed to where tranquillity abounds below, throughout the valleys of the rain shadow.
Sonnet - 9 - 11:00 - 29/04/17
This is a revision of a previous sonnet. It's metaphorical and explore's why some people choose to do difficult things in life, despite having easier options.