The Mountain

The Fall

Sweat drips down my brow.

Fingers trembling, grip gives.

Falling from too high.

The Mountain

Older than our goals.

Apathetic to our cause.

Win or Lose — Our choice.

The Ascent

Arms swing wildly.

To fall is death, but not yet.

Fingertips dig deep.

Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer. View all posts by Jesse Breck