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Ascent This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   In rushing wind and dust and rain

I climb despite the throbbing pain

Each stride I walk, each stride I run

brings me closer to the sun

My boots fit snug around my toes

And with each step my spirit grows

The peak I'm told is not too far

I pray, I hope on distant star

For all I need is food and rest

But t'would be nicer on the crest

Than on a rock by some small stream

Right now I can only dream

That I don't faint along the trail

Despite the cold and spitting hail

For stopping now would be to die

A cheap excuse for me to cry

I don't react to failure well

And coming close is close to hell

Desire keeps my soul alive

Preparing for the final drive

I step up to see the peak

But by now my body's weak

I drop my satchel to the ground

The small clamor, the only sound

Across horizons views unfold

Of cotton clouds and fields of gold

I lean against a long flat stone

Relaxing on the hard base throne

Far from earth's relentless flow

The world seems dormant far below.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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