Conquering the Mountain

Wake up. 5am. Pack up the tent and put on the boots.

Wake up. 7am. Pack a lunch and put on the plaid skirt.

Scavenge. Good walking stick. Sturdy, smooth.

Scavenge. Solid breakfast. Fruity Pebbles, again.

Struggle. Thin air, burning calves, vision in and out.

Struggle. Calculus, AP History, consciousness in and out.

Encourage. It’s only 14 thousand feet.

Encourage. Only one more semester.

Work. One foot in front of the other.

Work. Study one final at a time.

Succeed. Summit.

Succeed. Pass.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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