She did.

Her legs lay limp against a log

Her face, bright red

Heart pounding

Lungs struggling to slow down

Never has she been able to go so far

Never has she been able to push herself without criticism

It was in this place, on the mountain, that she could

No one around besides the trickling stream that she had to walk across

No one around besides the birds that seemed to mock her 

No one around besides the trees, dancing in the breeze

She felt free on the mountain

She grabbed a bottle from her bag

Took a sip, then continued

She had already gone so far that it would be a shame to go back

She felt as if she owed it to herself to make it

And she did. 

She did make it up the mountain. 

She did reach her goal.

She did achieve her wish.

She did.