to the top

a second
wind
gets you moving towards
the top of the hill.
legs
churning,
arms flailing.
lungs burning.
almost there, almost
there.
one foot after the other.
the top
is waiting.
the end of struggle.
the end of
fear and pain.
bliss awaits
at the top,
must keep going. going,
up and up
and up.
tell me
when you get there.
send me a postcard.