The peak

The peak of my self-expectations

is set high, so climbing it

is filled with set backs and

falls into the soft ground of

my self-doubt that seems to swallow

me up with each fearful slip and

then I struggle back up again,

only to plunge back to the soft ground

that sometimes might be hard.


Perhaps it is reasonable to say that

I’m not a mountaineer and that the

peak of my own making should not

be so steep and so high at all.