Some Words To Share

The days of mountain climbing will forever be a memory

Climbing never to be repeated

Constant pain is my reality now a trip of dark sensory

The sounds I created when once I was free of fear

Have disappeared except for recordings

The memory clings to hear

I rise each day with hope to share

But the cycle starts again

I have but one thing assured

The pain will start again

Should I dig in and plan to strive

I am a biker which could keep me alive

Maybe working my body again

Could mask this evil constant pain.