Top of the Hill

I stared longingly in wanderlust

at those hills over there

with not a thought in

my heart

but a swelling joy that sought

adventure and romance

and I put in my boots

to climb it

each step heightening my sense

of happiness and wonder

as I went higher and higher up

and right before I reached

the top

I stopped

and stared at it,

I doubt my heart could take it

and it’d kill the image

in my mind.

I don’t need to plant a flag

at the top or roll down

to the bottom of the other side,

I found that half my joy and wonder

came from never really knowing

what was there.

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