We slowly trudge
our way upward
and the horizon above us
is barely budged.
The moments blur together
into one long, unceasing toil.
Then suddenly,
we're floating.
I'm peeking
across
the crest
we're peaking.
A new view
emerging,
my stomach acids
surging
and rising,
the empty
space ahead
is thrillingly
surprising.
The way is down to rest.
The way is down to bed.
It's all
downhill
from her.
And that's
a good thing.
Descent
is a comfort
so long
we've been hiking.
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Comments (1)
This is good. Like that you used the word toil instead of any other contending option. Your attention to detail is admirable. Especially the horizon when it barely budged. Love how the words started to drip down the page after this. Almost like the sweat from a hike. I like how you were hinting at the rest of the day being down to bed. Finally resting. This was powerful, I felt like I was the one who was on the hike. You brought the atmosphere and the vibe forth effortlessly. Nice work A.S 🤗❤️