Climbing Mountains
17 January, 2012
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


In the dead of the night
The turmoil, that is my life, erupts
I cannot calm it, nor do i try
In my reality I thrive on the adventure
Adrenaline runs like a drug thru my veins
As I continue to climb even higher
To taste the success of reaching the top
One wrong move and it could be my last.
Life as I know it would tumble around me.
But still I endure. I want the thrill
I want to live my life on the edge.
Reaching the top; that is where I thrive.
Meeting head on the turmoil of my dreams
Knowing that they will always plague me
In the dead of the night

------- Author's Notes -------

Whether climbing mountains or just the dealing with the daily struggles, we choose them. We all search for the one that feeds our spirit with the most 'reason to be'.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Shan ( -- Tuesday, January 17 2012, 05:03 pm


You are an amazing 'climber', creater, writer, poet, and I'm sure so many other things :-) enjoyed this one a lot!!
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