I am not below ground.
I am far up above in the sky, on a peak of rock.
On the peak of me.
Getting here was not guaranteed.
Climbing over rocks and logs, feet moving over loose stone, knotty roots, and slick pine needles.
A push from behind is needed to surmount a sizeable boulder.
But, I make it.
I made it when I put my foot on the path.
I made it when I approached the trailhead.
I made it when I laced up my boots.
I made it when I made up my mind.
beautiful! how metaphorical for the journey of life.