He opened his eyes with snowflakes scattered eyelashes,

Every tiny movement sending a striking pain.

He looks around, with bits and pieces of memory flashes,

All he could find is his down jacket filled with blood stain.

He suddenly remembers his mission to strive,

But, for a second, he wonders, Am I alive?

Sitting in front of the blue screen, the computer flickers

He loses his patience, yet forced to act nice.

Favorable promotions, handsome salary, he notices those boot-lickers,

Yet, with all due respect, he was asked to let go of his ego. Twice.

Going back home, on a lazy drive,

He stops and ponders; Am I alive?

Gathering his stuff and a trekking pole, he stumbles upon the thick snow,

With the sun gradually rising, his body starts to feel warm.

Thanks to the sunlight, he can now see the three snow-filled mountains in a row,

He slowly remembers hiking the impossible summit with a swarm.

O, thy nature, you are indeed beautiful yet cruel,

And looking at the summit far, far away he exclaimed; Is this a dream? Am I alive?

Quitting wasn’t easy, yet so was doing the unlikable,

Thinking about his comfort zone, he packed his bags for the trek.

Challenging, as it was an impossible journey, yet few claimed it as doable,

He needed this vacation as he was an emotional wreck.

With a heart full of excitement, he checks-in live,

Reaching for his trekking pole, taking the first step onto the snow, he murmured, I feel alive!

With the sun now completely up, he could see his plight so clear,

Having slipped from a mountain is never a pleasant sight.

With severe pain, he clutched on to his son’s photo which he held dear,

Tears trembling, he whispers to his son, “you should have seen this view filled with first light”.

Before he could notice his friends running towards him to help,

He lets go of his will, while collapsing he shuts his eyes and exclaims, “I AM ALIVE”!