here i am,
dreaming that im at the top of that endless peak hills.
My eyes burned as my sweat runs beneath my eyebrow,
and my knee is crying,
begging the God above to be spared.
As i step ahead i told myself,
"This.
This is what you're made of"
That lingers,
yet it comes and go,
Like a haze instead of a vapour.
My heart ache when a surge of internal curiosities hit me,
"why are you not stronger?
"is this all you can pull off?"
"there is no end, you knew this, you knew this"
Triggered,
I call upon my friend,
underneath my surface.
The friend that always got my back,
yet my own worst critic.
...She was laughing, smirking and slapping me back and forth at the back and front of my head.
The air is better up here though,
My skin glows better,
This pain feels like home,
I knew,
I rather had this than being heartbroken over everything else down there.
I got my back,
"I got you" as i look down at my wobbly knees,
and i got you i said,
as i clutched that piece of clothing i wore,
where my heart beats subtly.
It was not a dream though,
It happened before,
Only i wished that i could relive every single moment,
everytime i look up the shining sun,
everytime the breeze kissed my cheeks,
everytime i hear the leaves rustle,
and everytime i feel that life is indeed good...
I remember that im at the top of that endless peak hills.
-blackleg- 18/12/18