Reaching
The climb had been long,
arduous,
paths that led to dead ends,
stumbles, setbacks,
those times when she
huddled
shivering in makeshift shelter.
If she knew then how long,
tedious,
it would be just to perch atop
the summit, clutching weeds
when others found a clear path
years ago,
she never would've soldiered.
The tippy top was illusory,
perilous,
only one peak rather than
the mountain top, and, really,
it was bumping into others also
clambering
that made it worth the effort.
Still, she reached once more.
Theresa Milstein 2023
Weekly Poetry Prompt Challenge For #PostPoets
To fellow #PostPoets out there who are looking for a low-pressure creative challenge: write a poem inspired by my art and either share it in the comments or on your own feed with the hashtag #DebbieOhiPoetryPrompt somewhere in the post to make it easier for me and others to find.
