The Hill

when you're going down

the momentum is compelling 

to the point it almost overwhelms 

you

at the bottom

you look back up

seeing a steep climb to the top

and in your exhaustion you think

"maybe i should just stay here"

but something inside 

won't let you

it pushes you up from the guts

seeps into your blood like a drug

or a demon

both legs cries out in pain

and it doesn't seem right that it would

take so long to ascend

when going down was

so rapid

each step burns in each thigh

scolding embers of gravity taunting

and the whole time

there is never a second to

ask yourself if it's worth it

for some reason 

it doesn't matter

even if there's almost nothing left of you

when you get there

even it kills you

and sometimes you are near certain

it will

even if you don't make it

there is something that keeps pushing

keeps screaming from the guts

keeps convincing you to keep going 

because even if the hill is too steep

to live at the top

you will never rest

at the bottom