Did you ever think I’d be here again
At the bottom of this hill
looking up
knowing what I must do.
all the way to the top,
covered with green moss
pushing and pulling
slippery every time
and I loose my grip
and I shift and fall
and down it goes
an avalanche
of unbearable
sweet/sour/succulent.
If I were not so proud
I would plead
not to roll the rock
up the hill again.
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And that ending stanza there really is the point of the whole thing, isn’t it? It’s also a nice description of the hill, too, and what else can add to the struggle.
Yes the struggle. And the pride.
‘an avalanche
of unbearable
sweet/sour/succulent.’
I absolutely love that.
Thank you.
Ah, Sisyphus! Nice work, Alissa.
It feels that way on some days.