Hiking

I can walk uphill

With confidence

Meeting the challenges

Reaching the summits

Sometimes I check the map

But the goal stays clear

And the view can dazzle me.

 

A descent is harder

It feels like falling

My boots slide on loose rocks

Half- buried roots grab at my toes

Sometimes to make it home

You have to go slow

And keep your eyes on the ground

Saving the far horizon

For another day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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