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.