Climbing the Mountain

It was a hill that took his breath away
on those many days he chose to climb it.
It turned into a mountain
on the day he had his stroke.
From his convalescingĀ  bed
he only dreamed that he accessed its top.
But then he started moving toward it
holding tightly to a walker
up and down the corridors
and back and forth within his designated room —
even sometimes in the middle of the night.
Therapists helped him move again
and taught him how to gain access
to all the motions he had lost.
After weeks of struggling
he was driven home
which lies atop the mountain.
Soon he only used a cane
to gain increasing strength
and then one day, gathering his courage
he walked down the mountain
turned around
and slowly climbed to reach its summit

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