They say
there is a struggle.
They say
there is a mountain.
They say
there is a dragon
and a long, empty field
of the dead.
We set off in search of
some kind of meaning,
some kind of word.
Some,
fell for illusions.
Others fell sick
and didn’t make it,
even as far as the edge
of what we knew.
So far,
I have been lost,
I have had battles,
but I have not even
made it to
the foot of the mountain.
All the knowledge
and understanding
that I have gleaned thus far,
has been from hardship,
and so many failures.
Fighting some of the
same battles,
over and over again.
The enemy seems
inexhaustible.
Now we,
the precious few
that still remain,
are at the foot
of the mountain.
Looking up,
it is easy to imagine
that there is a dragon
up there somewhere.
Some will tire,
some will fall,
some will fail to go on,
but I,
I am going up,
even if I go alone.
I might never come down,
and if I do,
I will be different,
so this,
this is for real.
Check my sword
and my gear
and then set off;
one foot in front of the other.
I am surprised
that anyone comes with me,
but like me;
they too,
have a dragon to kill.
HG – 2019
