He Taunts

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 –

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