Poem: Towards



So tired.
So worn.
So little left.

in a landscape
gray and ragged,
you walk,
no longer content
to simply wait for the sun
but determined
to climb

About this poem. 

Sometimes we do not know what we are climbing towards. We just know we can’t stay where we are.

The picture was taken in the quarry across from my house.



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