The sound of despair

It is loud, but comes in a decibel audible only to those that have felt it.
Below, mountains dressed in a bleached white blanket of snow keep you company.
It walks you by the hand like a loving mother. Down a road determined to teach you something, but the sound is loud. It's motif owns all of your senses.
You'll find a fragile stepping stone willing to take you further down the teaching road, but bound to break and release you back into the depths of its taunting melody.

Its cold moves you forward, and by its hand once more you go.
It is dissonant, but in that dissonance you hear the key that'll open that familiar door.
Uncertainty drives you, it defies you, and so you listen. Then you listen harder until eventually you hear nothing. Nothing but your heart beating, and your eyes moving... searching, looking for a sign.

Uncertainty guides you, the teaching road defies you, and then there's absolute silence.
The silence is deafening, it becomes an abhorrence to every inch of your skin, and defies you to move forward. A stepping stone, rigid and familiar to your feet screams under your weight....
Frightened, you freeze, it is loud.
You can't move, fears hands caress your face. "GO" it whispers, "GO"
You close your eyes and you go forward, passively you listen, then you listen harder.
You're not sure of what you're looking for, but you can hear it calling.

It's loud, but you move closer.
Dissonant, so you listen harder.
It's there... somewhere out there, spewing reason into your ears.
You listen closely and realize, that you've heard this before.
It defies you no longer, you're strong and you have learned.
In this moment the sound of despair pines away into oblivion, and you....
You proceed to move along longing to hear it again.