Rocks shift underfoot testing me
Wind sharpens sculpting resolve from breath
The climb asks questions I once avoided
My legs answer with stubborn grace
The mountain watches ancient impartial
It recognizes effort more than victory
Sweat maps stories along my spine
Endurance becomes its own ritual
Clouds descend wrapping me in a white cathedral
Silence deepens into something sacred
My fear softens surprised by peace
Heights feel like home
At the summit the sky parts like a revelation
The mountain says nothing—
it never does—
but I feel its approval