Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

So many mountains to climb but I'm already so tired. 
I want to rest, sit, for a while.
But, if I do, I just might never have the will to continue this wretched journey.
So I stand... Between mountains-to-climb and the tiny humps of dirt I've climbed, and I stare.
I stare at the massiveness in front of me.
I look back at what I've bearly managed to climb.
"Impossible."
I Fall to the ground.
I'm exhausted.