Orgullo

I climb you, old, steep hill triumphantly - proudly proclaiming every step. Yet never question I what it is I'm conquering.

Ne'er do I stop to look down on that which I step, nor dig to find mysteries untold of what the hill has conquered

Only knowing that one day it too shall Conquer me. And will it question from where I have come or ask what I've done?

Step by step I proudly ascend, strong and arrogant is my stride. To look out beyond the hill I step and slip and the hill brings me to my knees.

And I grasp at my own footprints and as I'm sliding down the hill my nails tear back - my feet give way - hands and knees now bloodied and soiled. I rest my face on the cold ground and surrender.