#812-The top
21/10/2019
So close.
Almost there.
Then I’m free,
To breathe,
Relax,
Just be.
But it’s an illusion.
There are many other hills,
To climb.
Just beyond there,
Where I can’t see,
But feel.
It’s so tiring.
Wish I had an angel,
Or a horse,
To carry me.
