Not easy

Grey on grey. 

Foot slips. 

Catch myself.

Where was the trail? 

Gone under this mess.

Another way then. 

Gotta watch each step.

Sun's in my eyes. 

Glare off the broken rock.

Just keep moving. 

Find something solid.

Rough rock under my fingers. 

The pull in my shoulders.

This is real. 

This is earned. 

Not easy. 

Never is.

The weight on my back, part of me now.

Each ache a reminder I'm alive. 

I'm doing this.

No one else here. 

Just the mountain and me.

A strange kind of peace in the struggle.

This is the path. 

The one I chose.

And even when it's hard, there's a rightness to it.

Keep going. 

You'll get there.