Conquer

The fear of falling is high 

as I cling to the great moss covered hill.

My fingers hold tight to a small cleft 

as i try to ease my feet higher. 

A gust of wind drives the freezing rain under my hood and against my face.

Inch by inch I creep up the hill 

untill I stand, the conquer, at its summit.

Against all odds I have accomplished my goal.

I sit on the great moss encrusted rock, 

and the rain soaks through my jeans.

I look out at the world below me

and smile into the rain.