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
Beautifully written poem.