The Peak

I climbed uphill. I stumbled and fell occassionally. As I focused on my destination, I didn't feel the bruises nor my weary body. The difference in the pressure made my breathing really difficult. I had left my baggage pieces by pieces along the way. Finally I dropped my backpack so that it wouldn't weigh me down.

The journey seemed almost eternity. But I was sure it will be all worth it. I could almost see heaven from where I was standing. As I continued to march on, I couldn't help contain my excitement, my expectations.

I had heard many times over, of how great it was up there, of how many people had tried the hike but few handful made it.

As I reached the peak, the paranomic view was breathtaking. I was closer to the stars than anyone. I was on the same level as the clouds. I had the whole world under my feet.

But I didn't like it.

I was alone. And I have acrophobia.

I realized I'm more comfortable on ground level. I missed home.

My home in your arms had been better than the peak. I was secure then.

I lifted my teary face from my palms, I stood up.

I called out your name. I heard your name echoed back to me.

I now know where I wanna go.

I turned around. I picked up my pace.

I am racing back home now.

I hope I'm not too late, I hope I can still make it back in time.

Baby, have you changed the padlock?