The Climb

I don’t enjoy the descending as much

I am more about the climb up

The feeling of escaping from the world below

The feeling of progress in the form of vertical height

I love the air and how it gets cleaner

Up there where I can’t be hurt

By my feelings or the world

I am just there looking for a way to get over it

The land below me is vast

Though in the grand scheme of things

It is smaller than a dust particle

I breath in

Air fills my lungs

My heart beats with a purpose

And I intend to find out what it is

The trees bend in the breeze

As if the forest in beckoning to me

And hawks fly overhead

I feel calm for the first time in weeks

I know this is where I belong