I am a mountain.
Oh, the valley of person I used to be
You remember, I was so deep.
So deep that
You blew off the dust
gently -
From your binoculars
Just to see what was at my bottom
The valley of myself that at one time
Was so rough and so steep
That when you climbed down to touch the
Base of who I really was
Because for you a look wasn’t enough
You came up I’ll admit victorious
But bloodied.
The last of you I saw
Were your red footprints leading away
So since you’ve been gone
I am a mountain.
I have turned myself inside out
Rivaling Everest
Every sore and bump, you can see now!
I have made it so all you have to do is look up.
Now all I do is look down
Waiting for bandaged footprints
To walk beside the red ones
Only in a different direction.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
I am a mountain.
Oh, the valley of person I used to be
You remember, I was so deep.
So deep that
You blew off the dust
gently -
From your binoculars
Just to see what was at my bottom
The valley of myself that at one time
Was so rough and so steep
That when you climbed down to touch the
Base of who I really was
Because for you a look wasn’t enough
You came up I’ll admit victorious
But bloodied.
The last of you I saw
Were your red footprints leading away
So since you’ve been gone
I am a mountain.
I have turned myself inside out
Rivaling Everest
Every sore and bump, you can see now!
I have made it so all you have to do is look up.
Now all I do is look down
Waiting for bandaged footprints
To walk beside the red ones
Only in a different direction.
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