A Climb

There exists a mountain, steep or gentle. Rocky or peaceful. This is no mountain of physicality. But one of the mind. A mountain of heartache? A mountain of memories? A mountain of love? The mountain is all you can see it to be. A void of limitless imagination. Shaped by the capability of the imaginer. We've all climbed a mountain in our lives. I've started climbing a new one recently, but I don't know what to call it yet. I just know that someone else is ready to tread the slopes with me. An experience I can say is one of its kind. I like to think it's multiple. A mountain of love, traveling a mountain of life. With a mountain of hatred behind me. A mountain of regret. I hope I'm ready. For a climb.