The Hill
when you’re going down
the momentum is compelling
to the point it almost overwhelms
you
at the bottom
you look back up
seeing a steep climb to the top
and in your exhaustion you think
“maybe i should just stay here”
but something inside
won’t let you
it pushes you up from the guts
seeps into your blood like a drug
or a demon
both legs cries out in pain
and it doesn’t seem right that it would
take so long to ascend
when going down was
so rapid
each step burns in each thigh
scolding embers of gravity taunting
and the whole time
there is never a second to
ask yourself if it’s worth it
for some reason
it doesn’t matter
even if there’s almost nothing left of you
when you get there
even it kills you
and sometimes you are near certain
it will
even if you don’t make it
there is something that keeps pushing
keeps screaming from the guts
keeps convincing you to keep going
because even if the hill is too steep
to live at the top
you will never rest
at the bottom
