robear1969

How could I climb this mountain??
I stand before this mountain of mine.
Here I am at the bottom, but it is the top that I need to be.
I reach up and begin the climb.
Searching for the cracks and creveses. Digging into the rock.
The wind whips around, biting against my skin.
The sun is hanging high above baking me against the mountain side.
Yet, I keep climbing.
Up!
Up!
and Up!
Keeping going up.
See when I get there.
The riches of my life lays ahead.
Yes, I am going up.