Real peak

But I have ADHD –
with a body dripped in velocity,
wired for motion,
not captivity.
How can I breathe
when dancing is my oxygen,
not a luxury?

But the universe
sat my arse down and said,
Cool. Be homeless for a bit.
Let’s see who you are
when you’re stripped of your kit,
And no longer fit.

Because the real peak
is sitting still in the quiet,
believing in yourself
without a motive for this riot –

Just silence and spine,
still backing yourself
when your rhythm goes offline –

Because the summit isn’t the memory.
It’s the moments I was mask-free.
With my people, that show up for me.

I was never meant to carry this alone
The strength of the wolves
lives in the pack,
not the lone
being hardened to bone.

Because the mountain wasn’t me –
it was us, all along.