the raw emotion

of an innocent autumn 

guided by a whisper of wind

heading into a merciless winter

a mountain overlooking the universe

obstructing the view of stars

tasked with climbing the impossible

only hardship awaits

a steady pace wins the race

the lie that caused me to fall

one week

two weeks

one month

two months

and time never rests

fighting an inner storm

swirling riot of ice

a lingering flame still burns brightly

giving up is not an option

pushing past limits

on the verge of collapsing

desperate to finish it all

hungry for the view from the top

climbing

and climbing 

and climbing

enough to see stars 

amongst the vast unknown

a piton to keep moving forward

one deep breath

a blanket of catharsis envelopes me

the weight of melancholy prickles

chased by a whistling void inside

flickering flame

burnt out