Doodling in words #1

It seems this is my hill,
My long awaited test-
I roll this boulder up the slope
And lose it as it crests.

While it plummets down,
I’m trapped in my disdain
Of walking toward the valley’s edge
To roll it up again.

 My gaze is lost in mild stress,
And I cannot see the plains
That lie outside that boulder’s breadth,
with fewer hills to reign.