Luggage – 3

Mountain was high
and rope bit tight
Both started climbing
onto unknown height

You picked the rope
placed it right
I searched for knot
whole day and night

Taking grip every inch
you rose fast
Hands mine shook
still, I had to last

Making your way
in the rock hard & big
with a fear of failing
I was doing my jig

Reaching early there
you look back at me
I was carrying luggage
and you were free !!!!