the mountain

about five years ago
you started down a path
up a dark, gloomy mountain
searching, struggling to reach your destination.
you stopped along the way
and each time
your desire abandoned you,
you shook it off as
merely a characteristic bump in the road.

recently, the road has become different,
more complex
more problematic
more elusive.
you can see the end
almost taste it
but it is further than you estimated;
you take more stops
blinded by what is right in front of you.

looking for any shortcut,
you are concerned you will never complete the
dream.
unlike before, you cast off all inhibitions
and charge forward towards
the paramount
roaring,
roaring,
roaring.

once you finally reach the summit
of the mountain
scaling rocky peak after
rocky peak
rolling hills of grass are on the other side
and you see me,
arms outstretched
as a carpet of flowers
unfolds at your feet.