Each step is purposeful and calculated.
The forest seems to remember me,
almost as much as I remember her.
But the mountain does not,
his rocks quake underneath my feet as higher. climb I
He tries to throw me off.
I am no stranger to his changing ways –
almost predictable now.
Although he has never liked me,
I love him.
Even on the days when I will never win.
His teasing puts a purpose in my step,
and invincibility in my heart.
After I take a tumble, I recover.
He can only knock me down if
I let him, and I don’t –
