mountain

I’m doing great, until I’m not. Until I am reminded of the things that I love, that I no longer seek. 

Constantly climbing, forgetting to pause at the lookouts. 

I’m choosing to trek on, telling myself I don’t want to spoil the view from the top. 

It's getting more difficult to reach the pinnacle without a breather.

This peak could be the top, for now, if I slowed down for a glance. 

But when sit on that bench, I still feel the shade from beneath the trees.

Is this the summit or where I plummet?

I am in a race against myself. Winning, until I realize I had to shed off my layers to lighten the load.