I have fought many uphill battles of my own. I never win them, I just keep myself from losing.
But when I climb mountains with you, the slopes are gentle. The walk is easy, despite what people (I) told me, save for a couple of rough patches (though a couple of strong souls will let you step on rocks without feeling them as you keep walking). Deceptively easy, I sometimes think.
Now we have another mountain, a very large, intimidating one. We tell each other it won't be so bad.
But I think we've gotten too lucky with the last few we've climbed. I think this one might finally be the one that beats me.
And when I look at you, sometimes I think you feel as though it may beat you too.
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Poem and Prose Scraps (That Don't Quite Fit Elsewhere)
PoetryJust pieces that didn't quite fit in any of my other books that I don't feel are significant enough to require their own book. This will probably contain a lot of edgy stuff, so... brace yourself and enter at your own risk, I suppose.