And, seemingly, forever fail.
The summit stands unattained, out of reach. Every time I'm beaten back. Every time I give up and return to base camp. Every. Single. Time.
I want the top. I want it. I want that freedom.
But, trudging back into camp for another time of defeat, I break down in tears. I can't do it... I just can't.
That's right.
The Voice is so near, yet so soft. I look around through tear-blurred vision. I catch sight of Someone standing there, but I take Him to be another mountaineer.
He continues. You can't. You can't do it. YOU never will.
He wipes away my tears. You can't. But...oh... I can.
I've yet to touch the summit.
But because I can't... He'll make sure that I do.
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