#theclimb
Azure silhouettes peaked against the horizon
Born from the sky’s last testament
Of rays beaming and accentuating
The subtle curves and vestments
That expressed their innate beauty
In the form of love with contentment
As her eyes soaked in the sight
Azure bled to crimson at the day's
Dying light
Yet the fight is far from over
As she battled up the climbs
With wars and steps aplenty
Shared with her heart and mind
It is there
That the endless foothills roll
A memory of togetherness
Unafraid to unfold
In the face of freedom unburdened
Her story is now hers to hold
For she is azure like the sky
And I,
The crimson before the night
Together we paint a mountain sunset
With a love that will never die
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Some days
The mountain feels impossible.
Too steep.
Too far.
Too heavy on your shoulders.
You look up
And the top feels like a dream
You’ll never reach.
But here’s the truth.
Nobody climbs a mountain
In one step.
They climb it
Step
by
step.
One decision.
One effort.
One moment of courage at a time.
You don’t need to see the whole path.
You just need the strength
To take the next step.
Even when your legs shake.
Even when your mind doubts.
Even when the world says
“Turn back.”
Because the climb
Is what builds you.
Every scar
Every struggle
Every moment you almost quit
Is shaping the person
Who will stand at the top.
So breathe.
Look forward.
And take
one
more
step.
Keep telling yourself one more step
until you get to your destination.
— Itz_All_True ✍🏽🔥
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC
Climb the ladder
Higher and Higher
Wanting to feel the love
Soul shattering screams are beneath me
Climbing the ladder
Higher and Higher
My words are free
Free from the shackles of the heart
Free from the poisons of the mind
Climb the ladder
Higher and Higher
Through the ashes
Through the darkness
I climb.
I will always climb
To escape
I will always climb
To feel the love
I will always climb.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I ain't ever gonna be the man
I was supposed to be.
Oh no, that shining soul,
was washed out to sea.
But maybe, just maybe,
I'll become who I am,
Turn in, quite magically,
To the best version of myself.
One day, on a wish,
I'll stop dreading my being,
I'll look into the mirror,
And accept the fact I am seeing.
I will no longer mourn the skin I have shed,
The layers of self,
The visages of what could have,
Should have been.
I am that I am,
My brother and mother are long dead,
My father now, distantly,
I will climb.
This pit will no longer hold,
My essence, no longer keep,
Me imprisoned, I'll decide my limits,
I'll reach my heavens.
And I might even take you,
I might very well build a home,
A place for us, and our living,
I might just become who I am,
Before I turn into dust.
I only have this one chance, to turn around
Before my life crumbles in rust...
I must, I don't know, but I'll struggle,
Until I can handle,
oh or till the day I can trust,
The way you look at me.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC