Standing on a snow-capped peak
Tasting the crispness of the cold,sharp air
I gaze down upon the verdant pastures hazy
Whence I began my journey.
Soft and sweet were those days,
Carefree and full of frolic.
But the way was to become steeper and bleaker
With pitfalls and dead ends.
At times adrenalin only fuelled the slog
When I clung to the rocks
By my fingertips and the merest toehold.
What of those drear moments
Embattled and weather bound
Amid enshrouding,delusional mists?
Craven thoughts of surrender were tempting,
Indeed,often more than this.
But we somehow rose above them
To continue on the path clear ahead.
Now wrapped in my warm memories
I can reflect upon what it all meant
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