The Climb

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

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

19 thoughts on “The Climb

    1. Thank you VJ. Yes it is a metaphor. Life’s struggles and rewards are inevitable 🙂

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  1. 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-)

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    1. Thanks Jay. Yes that is true. Life is more like a road map where there are some dead ends on the journey. ☺️

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