Plod

Let every step

Course through your body

From the tip of your scalp, running through your head for countless nights, standing the hairs on your neck into needles, sending shivers down your spine adding valleys to vertebrae, feeling like a punch in the gut, to a sense of indigestion, buckling your knees, until you finally put your foot down.

And let it bleed into the dirt.

Each step still painful, but becoming more bearable.

This is the hike of life

It’s okay to feel weak and tired and broken

You owe that to yourself

But you can’t allow yourself to stay weak and tired and broken.

The peak is waiting for you

And the view is everything