One day, I will summit
the mountain of my own mind

Rocky and daunting as the
trail may be

How many times
has the pickaxe of a thought
struck gold in a vulnerable vein –

the sheer cliff face crumbling
away beneath my clenched fists
filled with loose gravel?

Or the crevasse of a memory
opened up without warning,
threatening to swallow me whole?

I have been buried beneath
avalanche after avalanche of anxiety,

lost my footing just as the
peak came into view through
early-morning mist

As many failed attempts as it takes,
I will keep climbing toward the
pinnacle of my potential

where all the fears and doubts
that towered over me once

will seem microscopic from
such a staggering height.

– mrg