Poetry · Writing

a mountain i don’t know the name of but i visit often

the bravery-

to jump from the cliffs you so looked up to

the day you found the courage

to reach the top

look down and see everything that you were

and breathe in everything you are;

but i wake up in the middle of the night

remember i have work in the morning

bills due in a week

that top of the mountain is far away

but the i can feel the air brushing across my face

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