Trails forsaken

"My heart beating faster and faster, my breathing following the same trend, My feet pounding the ground, evading the rocks and pot holes trying to make me fall. My arms pumping and reaching out for balance and hand holds, fingers bloodied and bruised. Dodging around trees, branches reaching out to pull me back, watching for roots who'd rather I broke my leg or neck than reach the summit, much less the otherside. Years, decades of leaves piled up, stealing my traction like theives after diamonds. All of nature, flesh, the here and now binding together with one goal in mind: Pulling me back, Keeping me here, Making this Valley my home, literally where my heart is. This slope, this steep mountain side is generations old, built up by the sins of the fathers, the ignored, over looked, hushed up, never discussed, blocked out, festering sins. This is my greatest fear, threat, danger, and opponent, and will be my greatest triumph. And still when that victory is made, it will have naught to do with me."