there is a mountain
I know for I have seen it
in a dream
where regrets don't linger
and the swirling haunts cease
to maneuver around the skull
where trauma is a gift
from which we grow, absurdly
and the internal journey
to the soul's root
is a joyous pilgrimage
there is a mountain
seemingly out of reach
but through the fog it rises
and reminds us
to keep climbing
beginning with one step
from the shadowy dark
where the lights of closure
are within sight