Wait Up
After reaching the peak of the mountain I realize there is no place for me to rest.
I passed many places that were flat enough to stay for a while.
However I just had to keep going.
Now it is too steep for me to rest.
If I begin to sit still I will start to slip.
To maintain this position is a constant battle.
Only now that I’m here do I realize that.
I’ve been fighting for what feels like days.
I’m tired.
Too tired to safely descend.
It seems as it’s my only choice is to fall and hope the injury isn’t fatal.
I thought that once i reached the top I could celebrate.
Not only is there no place to do so, but I’m here alone.
No one made it up with me, they all stopped to rest and told me I should too.
I thought they wanted me to give up on reaching the top but deep down I know they love and care for me.
I always push on even when it’s no longer good for me and look where it got me, to the peak of the mountain.
Written 14 February 2026 at 4:34 AM
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