Love me at the top

My feet are hurt. Blisters cloak their bottoms where rocks threaten to tear through their sensitive surface. But still I push on with only the thought of you to fuel my strength. The mountain I'm climbing is steep. I've never been so tired in my life, but I know you're up there waiting. Waiting for me. Waiting for us. I can almost see you. I swear. I can feel you. Feel your eyes. I'm coming. I'm running. I won't give up, not until I'm with you. Not until you hold me in your arms and melt the pain away. I'm coming; I'm running, wait for me....    

Reviews

[Freedom]

I'm always so surprised by your talent. Not because I don't expect it of you particularly, but because I don't expect it of anyone, really.

This poem has such passion and determination, it's really beautiful for that. I can't wait to see your work after more development as a writer. Keep writing, don't ever stop.