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Poetry Challenge Day 313 (Sat Aug 13)

Facing a hill
you have a choice to make,
go up, or go around.

To go around is an unsatisfying option.
If you choose to go up, you have to commit.
Shift down and keep moving.

A time will come when you must face defeat.
The hill will laugh at you,
but keep this in mind, you have the last say.

You can dismount, accede defeat,
and turn around, or you can
continue the climb on foot.

The hill will tell you it has defeated you.
As long as you keep moving,
you will reach the top.

Once you reach the top
you can look down on the hill and say:
“You have not defeated me today!”

The hill will laugh and say:
“I have many brothers.”
“One of them will succeed where I have failed.”

This is idle chatter.
There is no hill that can’t be conquered.
That is what it means to be human.

The hills were put there to test us.
There is no hill that can break us.
Hills are a part of us.

Hills are the challenge that bring out our best.
Without hills, life would be meaningless.
It is the hills we choose to climb that define us.

I love this poem. The writing is okay, but the experience behind the writing is what sustains and motivates me.