Small breaths become mountains to climb.
Hope,
a far off horizon never to be reached.
I am walking.
I keep walking.
But it is heavy.
This heart I carry. And this brain.
This broken piece of matter filling my head. This mind of mine has left me wandering in the dark.
And I carry them, both of them.
For miles until I am dragging.
Dragging my brain,
pulling my heart.
I am crawling.
The horizon is gone. The mountain too tall.
I am falling. Down the mountain I go.
I let go of them.
I am laying there. My heart shattered. My brain even more broken than it came.
I am empty now.
And the world is still.
No more walking, no more running, no more climbing.
I am the ground on the opposite side of hope.
I look up at the mountain and I am defeated.

I am defeated.