The Climb

Being born in the darkest of places were the sun doesn’t shine and nothing can ever grow. Forced to fend off the darker forces of life les then they start to creep inside the mind and take root where it can never be undone. But by the proof of my writing I was able to fend away these beasts of darkness. Living the first part of my life from the back side of a shield with but no sword I grew strong and I grew fast. Eventually it came time to make the climb. There never was anything for me in the blackness and this should have cued me to make climb sooner but for whatever reason I stayed in that place for too long until the blackness started to creep.

Everything in the dark wanted me to stay. Not out of love but from some illness of the mind that wants others for the suffering as if it were a black mass ready and willing for the sacrifice. None of that is for me. Call me callous but it was already too late as I had already decided to leave that place. Trusted individuals came with me and for all their strength most did fall like raindrops before a dark cloud but higher did we press against the wet jagged rock and through the windblown slopes. Demons came upon us but with the strength of the hardened did we fling them back into the pit. Higher and higher still.

When finally, did I get a glimpse of the top I did know if I had the strength to make it to the peak. Rest seems to be something that we cannot afford. Not when our challengers possess so many advantages. Not while I have breath left in my body and the strength to raise my head. These forces that are pushing so intensely against me may have the power to take even my freedom but check it out, I’m still breathing.

I started to push harder. A push that come from somewhere inside of me that I didn’t know was there. With this new push, I was able to take a few more staggering steps in the direction of light and clean air. Right then, from a thousand clouds dropped a great beast. Roaring it smashed all that had climbed and worked so hard for. Laughing it starred me down expecting me to fall. Standing below this beast I slowing raised my body to full stature and then raised my chest. From here I let out a roar.

I’m alive. From right here I have the ability to go anywhere, right now. As my lungs fill with each new breath I can feel that energy flow through my veins and out my fingertips. My words cut through space with the power to change nations. Most important of all my power, the power to create, has not left me. So, from here there is really only one option and that option is forward.

Staring the beast down I began to create my own mountain that rose steadily higher than the precipice that I stood. Leaping from my place under the great beast I dropped through the air like an iron rod falling from space. The ground from which I leaped exploded into a billion peace and the beast fell into the debris sinking back into his pit of darkness. Landing on my own mountain in an explosive crater I began to climb once more.

There is sweat in my eyes now and my legs are on fire to the point that I fear they will stop working at any time, but still I push on. In this place, I know no limits and will continue on right up until the day comes where I collapse and that so cherished power of creation leaves me for good. That day is not here yet and so, without a choice to do anything other than what I do, I carry higher.

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