I am content.

I am content.

I am content.

Why did it take a lifetime to climb this mountain, when its peak was always just a few steps away? I will never know I suppose, but I could never calm my mind enough to get there. Can I ever share something so personal? Why else pick at this scab? Thoughts shuffle around like, If I can’t be a rock, please don’t let me be a stumbling stone. There I go again. But beyond all this, I am content.