"Mountains" aren't just a euphemism for boobs

I felt like we had a real connection, the kind of connection man has with nature when he is alone in the woods.  A man can feel a sense of completeness, oneness as he is wrapped up in Mother Nature’s warm embrace.  But there is danger there, hostility.  Wolves, bears, avalanches…cliffs.  When in the wild, one must always be on his guard, be alert.  It was my fault really.  I should have been more wary, more guarded.  But I let her in.  As we hiked the trail, I let go of my handrail to take her hand.  Why did I let go of the safety of the rail? 

She watched as I fell, head over heels.  She pushed me and watched, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down as I tumbled through the air until I hit rock bottom, as if to make sure I would hit rock bottom.  Then she left, holding his hand.  I lay on the canyon floor, bruised, beaten, broken.

How long have I been here?  Hours? Days?  Weeks?  Time has lost all meaning.  I’ve got to stand; I’ve got to move on.  It hurts, but I stir my mangled form into a sort of hunched standing position.  I’ve got to get out of here.  I could try to climb out.   No, the assent would be impossible.  The cliff face is slippery with my tears and even if I were to make it to the top, she may be waiting to betray my trust again.  I want to hate her, as much as I want her to love me.  But I cannot bring myself to detest her, just as a hunter can’t be mad at wolf for attacking him.  He understands her motivation, it’s in her nature, but that doesn’t make his death any less painful.

All I can do is move along the canyon floor and hope for a trail that will lead me out.  But how long will that take?  It could be years and I wonder if I will ever really be able to get out.  My friends line the canyon rim, telling me that there are other trails, better trails, roads that will allow me to ascend to greater heights ahead.  But how do they know?  Can they see these trails or are they just guessing because the region is so mountainous?  I hope they are right, I need to get out.  Until then, I limp along this canyon floor.