Conquered
Raising my hands up above my head and
Clawing, grabbing, cursing, reaching, failing.
Step-by-step I climb the hills, flowing from
Peak to trough; my calves now burn red-raw: pain.
More and more I claw and paw; I lunge but
Am benighted. Up nor down I cannot
Move. �Please try�, �I�m scared�, �You�re nearly there, now.�
Step down, then up, embraced by the disgust
Of the endemic cold. Goosebumps appear
To mark the end of my journey. The top
Now stands beneath my feet. I have arrived.
� Joseph Tradescent
Poems
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