Tears & Tenacity

I yearn for tears

To fall like raindrops,

But there are far too many…

The rain would be jealous.

So, I will not cry today.

Standing before

A mountain of bad things,

My mind is weary.

My body is weak.

My heart is heavier than

The mountain itself.

If only this were

One of those horribly realistic

Nightmares,

The kind that cause you

To awake in a cold sweat,

Heart pounding,

Afraid.

But from every dream,

There is awaking.

And every mountain

Is begging to be climbed

By someone brave.

Oh, but it looms above me!

Treacherous.

Taunting.

It’s slippery, jagged

And menacing terrain

Has me overwhelmed

With intimidation.

I must be honest.

I don’t want to climb.

I have no resources.

No companion.

No belay.

No rope.

I just want to cry.

I just want to sleep.

But I must do neither.

And so, I suppose

I shall write a poem about

Tears and tenacity,

And then I shall climb in the rain.