This Mountain We Climb

March, 03 2021 • 1 min read • 200 words

This is a poem that I wrote my senior year of high school in AP Literature. It is one of the few written pieces I have of when I was younger.

Here we all are, this mountain we climb, the sure ascent, that lasts a lifetime, at the golden summit, a goal we all seek the meaning of life, at its Godly peak.

Up we should go, a noble direction. Yet why do so many, rebel in rejection Up is worthwhile, this mountain we climb, at the apex is all that’s sublime.

Choose anything else and you will regret not doing the work and how upset you’ll find yourself years down the line when fate and destiny don’t align.

It’s steep and mighty, this mountain we climb. A difficult ascent, with wrong paradigms. Nothing worth doing is ever so easy so build yourself up and try to think deeply.

Who and what and where and why am I on this earth so full and alive? One must be wise, of an earnest heart before one can begin our mortal march.

We each have God’s purpose we must see unspun, and if you don’t climb, your life will be done. You'll find yourself old before you’ve begun with the great song of life, never to be sung.

So hurry now, and climb this mountain, when ye still blessed a youthful fountain. Honorably embrace the peaks, the valleys, before you’re condemned to go down death’s alley.