I spend so many days

Climbing

Some reluctant

Some triumphant

But always that effort

Moving forward

I know the view

Will be beauty

And the rest

A bountiful gift

But when will there be plateaus?

My limbs are tired

My mind a picture

Of weariness

And I push onward

Wondering

At every step

That demands elevation

Until my life

Feels like an endless climb

And my spirit

Forgets to look upward – Caroline A. Slee