Expectations, vessels of hope
The root to your demise.
A mountain which grows with each milestone met
With triumphs- mirages of fulfillment
As the fog clears to unveil heights more expectations
And the weight of others’ aspirations
Overshadowing the joys of past achievements.
And as you ascend, echos of your weakness haunt you
Then only your failures are whispered about
And forgotten will be the trials you passed
As the summit continues to rise.
I don’t really know how I feel about this. So much to say but not enough words to describe the feelings