Climb

With the wind on my face and the rain in my hair I climb higher up the escarpment
The air is thin and my heart heavy darkness is quickly approaching, the silence thick as fog
Cold, wet, lonely, I long for an end, none the less I push on ever upward through the endless fatigue
Do I grow closer to the top or tire first, a race within a race, my heart, my mind which is stronger
Which will endure, which will win, if I make it to the top do I win
Falling or failing does that make me a loser, does it have to be one or the other
Can’t I have both or don’t I dare try
Middle ground is where
What is safety, non intrusive, calm, dull, boring, somewhere I never want to be
Climb don’t think
Climb don’t reason
Climb don’t stop
Climb for what reason I climb I win, stop I lose
Who says
Hand over hand, mind over matter, you’re almost there a few more feet
The top is just in reach, go ahead reach up take that last step
Wait don’t do it, don’t take that last step
By reaching the top I’ve won but I’ve also lost
I can no longer choose to stop nor can I turn back not even the middle ground is available then
I made it and lost
The only choice I have is to be finished and by being finished I have to stop
Which is how I would have lost in the first place
The fact that I chose to climb makes me the person I am
The fact that I won and lost drives me to carry on