Reflections on Mountain Climbing

A mountain looms in the distance, insurmountable.
Territory uncharted for fear of the unknown
Fear of myself.

The mountain beckons, whispers my name. My mountain knows my soul beckons my heart;
Offers escape and safety from the chaos beyond.

What shadows lie within?
What rainstorms and blizzards and avalanches has he endured?

Treacherous paths lie ahead- that road to hell and those intentions.

I climb my mountain and feel the warmth of memories long forgotten.
Desolate fire left to extinguish.

I climb my mountain, it's peaks and valleys so new but so familiar.
I climb my mountain and remember all the times I wanted to climb before.

I climb my mountain and the embers of eternal fire take a breath.
Flames ignite.
The once slow burning embers, now bright enough to light the night sky.
What fire now rages within my soul.
Friendship reunited, longing now requited.

I climb the mountain, summit the highest peak.
Fire rages, burning so white it threatens to consume me.
Fire rages and passion burns as I crest the hill again, again, again.

Dawn breaks.
Daylight chases away dreams as if they are nightmares.
The fire that raged and burned is expected to return to a whisper.
How do I tell my heart that my mountain isn't mine?