Getting to the top

 Inside the bounds of the mundane trail
Living a complaint that eats it´s own tail
Learning to smile below the mountain
Learning to sacrifice on the way up

I find myself half way looking down uncanny mountain
Trying to scoop faith from the snow into the heart
Despite the coldness a trickle comes a fountain
The incline strengthening my legs

Inside the concaveness of the mountain´s cusp
a living testament to the frost over snow and crisp
Delaying calling for God, and when so in low whispers
To not bring down that avalanche

Those consequences of consequences
Hard and rough like protruding boulders
I scoop good sense from the snow
Just to stay hydrated but it just gets colder

I get to the summit weathered and sweat salted
No wiseman, no yeti, not even a stone stack exalted