He stands.

His brain fragmented and whirling.

His pride is entangled in a battle of attrition against his body.

The result is a blood splattered thought of hope, which is praised and worshipped by Him

He stands in front of a mirror, what reflects is a journey to be conquered.

He steps back and the mirror shatters.

North, south, east, and west illuminated with various symbols.

He closes his eyes and plants his feet into the crumbling earth around him.

The pen His icepick, the world his mountain.

Awoken on His back,

A sense of desperation brings him to his knees.

His mind the epicenter of an earthquake, his faith destroyed.

As he rests on his knees he lifts his head to find a mirror.

Looking back at him is an image of a dying warrior, who fought tirelessly

for what feels like nothing.

His eyes drained of life, but his heart throbbing with the will to push forward

The pen His icepick, the world His mountain

As he wanders toward the Mountain

He is over encumbered with thoughts of hatred and love,

Crashing into his body like the waves of the Atlantic.

He enters a chamber in his own conscience, where pain and suffering mean progress.

A place that He and only Him love, as he begins his journey

He remembers only one thing

The pen his icepick, the world his mountain.

He stands.

This time he is alone.

Atop the world, he gazes out into the emptiness before him.

The silence brings him back down to his knees, where he remains for only a moment.

When he returns to his feet, his face shows the same pride the warrior below him had.

He feels the power.

He feels the pain.

But he knows the journey.

Before making his descent he lets out a scream.

The scream warms his body and releases the pain from within.

At the bottom he knows only one thing,

The pen his icepick, the world his mountain

At the peak his message is the same.

The pen my icepick, the world my mountain .