Rising High

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The mountains lay majestically before me
like life itself,
but I did not let myself be intimidated.
And so I set out to accomplish this arduous task.
I climbed piece by piece
from rock to rock
the brittle life,
unmindful of pain, sorrow, and suffering
briefly reveling in joy and happiness.
And so I struggled through.
Day by day,
week by week,
year by year,
until I reached the summit
proud and with a cheerful heart
looking down into the valley
at the fragments of life
scattered like dispersed memories.

©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

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4 responses to “Rising High”

  1. Stephanie Avatar
    Stephanie

    Could feel both the struggle and satisfaction!

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    1. papadosshortstories Avatar

      Thank you, Stephanie. I’m happy you liked it 😊 🙏 ❤️

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  2. TetanusLull Avatar

    Beautiful metaphor! The image of looking back from the summit at “fragments of life scattered like dispersed memories” really hits deep. Your perseverance through the climb mirrors life’s struggles so perfectly. Thanks for sharing something so raw and inspiring. 💙

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    1. papadosshortstories Avatar

      Thank you so much for the kind words. I’m glad you liked it.😊🙏

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