Climb To Her

Looking about nervously, the man took a tentative pace towards the first of the great steps. The wind blew strong against him, as if the gods did not wish him to be so close. As his gaze ran east to west, he found himself awed, noticing for the very first time the expanse of the mountains that surrounded him; their reddish hue reminding him only of the hell he had endeavored to get to where he now stood, and of how small he really was.

He was pulled from his subconscious by the sudden realization that he may not be ready. His face contorted in painful self mourning at the thought that after the treacherous road, of both heart and soul, that he might not be welcome. More questions flooded his mind; his prudence interrogating him to the core. Was he right in coming here? Was there any hope for one as simple as he? Was he worthy?

It did not matter, he told himself; bringing his hand through the thick brown mat he wore atop his head. Clenching his fists tight by his sides, he looked up once again, a newfound sense of determination in his step, he began his climb up the stairway, and against the litany of doubts in his mind.