Over It

I looked up, gripping my rope, wondering if I could truly conquer this mountain, climb, battle, traverse to the peak. I breathe; I pause. Courage ignites within me, warming my spirit, my resolve. Equipment poised, eager to assist, I step forward. With each deliberate stride, I inch upwards, mastering every groove and hold, as if the mountain carved them just for me. I push through, driven by a longing that eclipses complacency. Time is irrelevant; determination is the only thing that matters. I must survive. So I climb; I am a mountaineer, taking each step, no matter how far the fall. Until I feel it - a gentle breeze, a whisper of relief washing over me, gravity no longer my adversary. It’s over, I did it. A wide smile appears on my face, and as I stand at my summit, the world sprawling below, victorious in my ascent, my worries are no longer here. I take in the view, I pause and I breathe.