The Climb
The climb steep
and laborious
Each footstep
begged the question
Why?
A decision
not made lightly
Thought given
carefully
knowing a price
would be paid
for overworked
extremities
When not one
more breath
could be drawn
Nor one more
bead of sweat
would dampen
the skin
the terrain changed
The pinnacle
had been reached
and the vista a sight
for sore eyes
and limbs
A carpet
of purple heather
Regal in color
and luxurious
in its density
Swaying gently,
leaning into
the summer wind
A gasp of surprise
Aches and pains
a distant memory
as the prize
is claimed
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo
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Such a metaphor for life’s struggles, beautifully penned.
Thank you VJ. Yes it is a metaphor. Life’s struggles and rewards are inevitable 🙂
True. You are welcome.
Lovely poem. Brought back memories of vistas seen one a feared journey to the top of hills or mountains was completed.
Thank you Regina. Some things are worth the effort 🙂
Well worth the climb and the effort.
Such is life 🥰 Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome 😉
Beautifully written Christine
Thank you so much Jude ☺️
Anytime 😊🌼
So beautiful. The nice thing about a real climb is you can get instant visual gratification. The climbs of life are not always so instantly rewarding B-)
Thanks Jay. Yes that is true. Life is more like a road map where there are some dead ends on the journey. ☺️
The Scottish Hills can look like this..beautiful scene and words.
Yes, I love Scotland! ❤️ Thanks for reading
That is so often what that first sight of heather feels like 🙂
Yes! Beautiful Heather. With gorse mixed in for some pops of color! 🥰
And the scent of both is heaven 🙂
Indeed it is 🥰