Peak

Looming peaks.
Mountains of my making.
I have to climb.
If not for me, then for those
Who pushed me up this far.
Warmth of inaction fading fast,
I must start the charge.
To survive, you must jump into the jaws.
Sheer walls of terror,
Built on a cliff face of frustration.
Climb over or barrel through,
Letting the bricks bounce off my tense shoulders.
Freezing winds batter my face,
And I begin to lose human feeling.
The way through is a fire.
Choose the right one.
Rage burns, desire fuels.
Motive.
Hope to avoid an avalanche,
Knowing falling is not an option.
Few anchors to pick from.
Drop down and wait out the storm.
This blizzard too shall pass.
The peak, never seen, shines like the sun.
Blinding.
Below the base is nothing,
A bottomless pit of mediocrity.
No guide but God,
No rope but hope,
Thus begins the ascent.