The Summit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about making it to the top

A sigh leaves my mouth as I finally climb the final step

With frozen hands and tired eyes I gaze at the view from the summit

But instead of being in awe, I’m mesmerized by all prep

The pain running through my body and mind, was this worth it?


The work was hard and I’m glad I persevered

However, the sacrifices are what I put into question

I hoped achieving the goal of the summit will clear up all I feared

Though all I can feel right now is a cruel depression


Emotions are welling up inside me up, but there's nobody to talk to

The only thing other than me is the frigid wind

I hoped for something different, but at the top there's nothing new

My patience has finally thinned


Can I go back and tell everyone all that I regret

Do I have the courage to tell them I was wrong

Should me and the wind keep playing our lonely duet

I wonder if anyone will ever hear our song


Submitted: January 12, 2021

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Bert Broomberg

This is a great description, totally believable.

Tue, January 12th, 2021 4:33pm

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