Today I climbed a hill. Tomorrow, I will stand on the top of a mountain, never looking down, only looking forward and all around. The view from the top of the mountain I seek will be exactly what I choose it to be, and the only question I have to ask now is, are you coming with me?
I’m ready now. Unafraid. Confident and secure, both in who I am and where I want to be. The only question I have to ask now is, are you coming with me?
The mountains we all must climb, are merely images in our mind. We create how tall, how narrow, how wide, how rocky our path, how steep our climb.
The choice is ours and ours alone. We can make our mountains our fortress, our prison or our home. I want you to
climb this mountain and stand at the top, wild, free. The only question I have to ask now is, are you coming with me?
In the past I built my mountain upside down, and when I look around, all around, I found I’d dug myself a hole, so big so wide, deep in my soul, a hole so darkened buried me, and hid my light from the world, you see. Then there you were; you saw me shining, when inside I felt like dying, and you held me up on my pedestal, and with your love, helped me fill this hole.
A hole is a mountain turned around, and you came and turned mine upside down, and when I began to climb out of
the hole, the struggle to rise made me cold. I shut myself down, so I could climb, and locked you out of my heart, my mind. I know that in my ascent, I should have held on tight to you, but I was scared, and you showed me truth. I simply didn’t know what to do.
Once again standing on solid ground, flat now, no mountain turned upside down, the hole was filled, but I still had to climb, and you couldn’t wait for me to make up my mind. So you ran, and I watched you drift away, screaming inside, “I want you to stay…” but the words formed only in the echoing recesses, and never touched my mouth or came out my lips.
I should have told you; I should have shared, and let you know how much I cared. I never should have let you down,
and I know I did, when inside of me were locked tight all the feelings I hid. You needed someone to show you they were strong, someone unafraid to admit they were wrong.
Well, baby, I tell you now, I was so wrong, and I have loved you all along. Through all my darkness you helped me see, just who I am and who I was meant to be.
Mountains are built by piling dirt, compiling all the pain and converting the hurt, into something that makes us remember only the things that lead to forever.
So while you were gone, I built this hill, and I have climbed it alone through sheer force of will, and today I am standing here, standing here still, looking out, not down, at the things that are real.
You are real, so very real to me, and from the top of my mountain I know you will see, so I’m asking you now…
Are you coming with me?
Today I climbed a hill. Tomorrow, I will stand on the top of a mountain, never looking down, only looking forward and all around. It is with you I choose to be.
The only question I have to ask now is, are you coming with me?
