Bumps along my path

Life is said to be a long winding path with the occasional bump along the way.

My bumps started off small like rounded pebbles, a quick hop over.

Quickly enough the pebbles mount up becoming foothills in the mist.

With their ups and downs, power sapping, leg burning ...


time wasted.


Foothills becoming mountains, Many Snowdons on this rambling lane.

Exhausting,

demoralising pushing up ...  




devastating drops down ... falling


stumbling crumbling, no end in sight, dark clouds glower down.

Thunder booms...

Lightening bolts...

Very scared...



But now Everests gang up upon me, air getting so rarified, thin and gasping.

Now I know how tenzing and hillary felt, they did it by choice, brave men.





No choice for me, life is throwing everests at me, relentless....




draining all my resources until ....




No air left...


Gasp!



Cough!




time to sleep,






drifting off and then......










Nothing!





By Ian A Griffiths