The days are long, the nights are equally as long
I work so hard, it's become a sport
My drive and passion once so bold
Now it's faded, I need to be told
My spark that once fueled
Is now left atop a mountain
The climb I begin,
Aggrandized the mountain stands
The smallest of steps
Feel invigorating,
I feel the baggage I carry
It weighs me down,
Yet I keep climbing,
Yet I keep trying.
But it's never enough.
Climbing Everest seems easier
It seems easier
Than to keep climbing
In this life of mine.
The end is close
Closer than the night
But I am instantly pulled
Pulled right down
Till the Valley.
Now I wonder if
It was worth it.
Worth all the pain.
Worth all the lost sleep.
Disheartened I stand. I smell
The flowers that surround me.
Again, I start the climb.
I see the celestial fireball in the sky.
Rising above all.
Soon, I find myself
At the top, reunited
With the flame, I once lost.
- Author: Advait ( Offline)
- Published: August 16th, 2023 10:37
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"The Climb\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" is a part of the anthology \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"The Horizons Yet To Come\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\". In this anthology, every poem is connected with nature and highlights a part of our life. This poem, specifically is about burnout and achieving goals. The Mountain is a metaphor for all the work, expectations, and goals that the persona has. After striving for the goal, the persona is reunited with its \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"flame\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" which is a symbol of hope, peace, and happiness.
- Category: Nature
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