Seasons Change; Challenges Have New Names
Who will dare to ascend these ice laden peaks with me? Is there not but one out there who will not tremble in fear at the groans of this cursed earth?
Pick in hand—a bandaged hand at that—I gaze up at the frosty angles that shoot up into the sky like a razor’s edge. Some of the dried blood on my fingers cracks apart as I stiffen my grip on the handle of the pick and sink the first row of teeth several inches into a solid face of ice. My jaw tightens, and I grit my teeth deciding on the best route to begin my new venture. Looking back over my shoulder for a just second, I see a vast horizon. I suddenly remember that I’ve been climbing for years. This new face before me is merely another ledge that I will have to overcome. Things don’t look as big and scary now. Someone has seen me through this far and will see me through till the end. I’m sure of it.
Pick in hand—a bandaged hand at that—I gaze up at the frosty angles that shoot up into the sky like a razor’s edge. Some of the dried blood on my fingers cracks apart as I stiffen my grip on the handle of the pick and sink the first row of teeth several inches into a solid face of ice. My jaw tightens, and I grit my teeth deciding on the best route to begin my new venture. Looking back over my shoulder for a just second, I see a vast horizon. I suddenly remember that I’ve been climbing for years. This new face before me is merely another ledge that I will have to overcome. Things don’t look as big and scary now. Someone has seen me through this far and will see me through till the end. I’m sure of it.
posted by Joal Kamps at 7:38 p.m.
1 Comments:
I read Lord of the rings when I was in elementary school and I started reading tolstoy and lewis when I was 14. I am and always have been hungry for a good read. This stuff my friend, is a most excellent read. You should write more often.
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