Excitement Gone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watch me climb this mountain standing here before me,
touching the sky.

Grabbing on to solid rock with my fingers, digging
toes into wherever they can find a hold.

Upward, climbing ever so high, air surrounding me -
feeling like I can fly.

After reaching the top, looking down, all's I can see
is the rock which I am standing upon.

The challenge having disappeared from life the minute
I set foot on top.

Having no more excitement in life, sitting down, not
knowing how to get back off without the challenge that
once was there to see.