My Mountain

As I approach the mountain grows taller.

Its shadow casts down me making me cold and afraid,

But I will not let it overpower me.

I will let its challenges transform me.

Transform me into a mountain myself.

An immovable force.

A solid sturdy being.

Then I realize,

I am not facing a real mountain.

I am simply reading about one.

However, this doesn't phase my newfound determination.

I can feel the character’s emotions.

I feel her struggle.

Her pain.

Her hope.

All of which I have in my own life.

Though she is facing a real mountain,

I am facing a metaphorical one.

It’s just as threatening.

It threatens me to me give up.

It threatens me to fail.

It will not win.

I am not afraid of failure.

I will pass my concurrent classes.

I will perform a great winter guard solo.

I will not mess up my dance in front of the school.

I will pass all my classes with an A.

I will graduate with a 4.00 GPA.

I will win.

I will climb my mountain 

And rejoice at its peak.

As I look at the mountains ahead of me,

Some even taller than the first,

They will not overpower me.

I will have failures,

But then,

I will persevere.