Looking toward the future, unknown and untouched mountains carve the sky in jagged ways, slicing it into pieces. Threatening clouds roll so close to the mountain tops that they are punctured, sending rain spewing onto the coarse ground below. I bite my lip and look away, fearful of the commitment it will take to make the climb.
But I’ve learned I mustn’t focus on the mountains. I must focus on that first hill, step, pebble, or rain drop. If I get past that first speck of dust, then I’m stronger than yesterday.
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This post is in response to Donna-Louise Bishop’s Prompt Pot. You should give it a go!
Danielle Dayney 
Lovely take!! And soooo relevant. I just was thinking this today about my health journey. 😘
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Thank you for the comment, Melony 🙂 I think it can be interpreted in many different ways.
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Beautiful words with spectacular imagery. I really enjoyed your take on the prompt D. Awesome job 🙂
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Thank you, DL! Glad I was able to participate this week!
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That was one of the best pieces of literature I have ever read. You are a vivid writer. I loved it more than I can say.
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Wow. Thank you for such a nice compliment:)
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Sharing it on Transit Address
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Your words have really touch me and have made my day! Thank you for sharing and inspiration! 🙂
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