Mountains

The base camp was my youth I stood alone, ill-equipped, looking up. The challenge before me, gullies filled with tangled unknowns and sharp lessons. My guides had abandoned me, left, tight lipped no map, no promise little hope and so I started my ascent, faltering, stumbling, tightly gripping any friendships I could find, skinning my knees on setbacks as ages passed until I found myself peering over the summit, elated. But in the distance oh God................. another mountain and at its base another me For contest 'Mountains', sponsor Julia Ward