Untitled~ By Diana Rivera

I hiked to the peak of a mountain
It's a desert, where what is, isn't,
Everything is placed perfectly yet imperfectly so it is pleasing to the eye
The fresh air cleaning your spirit
And you go
You slip
You trip
You go
The air harder to obtain 
Your body becoming heavy 
You sweat, as if it's your inner self dying to be released from within your body
But the view 
It's beautiful 
You see all,
And for that moment your different 
What you are, down there
Can't reach you up here
Like it should always be
The mountain peak breeze caresses your face, like a mother would
The sweat subsides 
It's all calm, all pleasant, all worthy
Time has no value
Because You went 
You slipped 
You tripped 
But you went.


Author Bio:
Diana Rivera is a 24-year-old who lives in California. She writes and shares her work to help conquer her fears.