Peak

When you are free,
pushed through the hard woods,
pushed through the dark walls,
through the viscous turbulent sea of rivals,
the muscle of war,
when the fight is over
and the sun is revealed,
and there is no need to fight any more,

when achievement is gained
and the scars mark its cost,
when, at the summit,
at the sun-peak seen by Netwon
the desire to do more is lost.

There is nothing to push,
just air,
air and cold light.
There is nothing, but tears.

When anything is possible, there is no incentive.
A day without challenge or change is nothing.
Complete victory is complete loss.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.