One day, I will summit
the mountain of my own mind
Rocky and daunting as the
trail may be
How many times
has the pickaxe of a thought
struck gold in a vulnerable vein –
the sheer cliff face crumbling
away beneath my clenched fists
filled with loose gravel?
Or the crevasse of a memory
opened up without warning,
threatening to swallow me whole?
I have been buried beneath
avalanche after avalanche of anxiety,
lost my footing just as the
peak came into view through
early-morning mist
As many failed attempts as it takes,
I will keep climbing toward the
pinnacle of my potential
where all the fears and doubts
that towered over me once
will seem microscopic from
such a staggering height.
– mrg
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
One day, I will summit
the mountain of my own mind
Rocky and daunting as the
trail may be
How many times
has the pickaxe of a thought
struck gold in a vulnerable vein –
the sheer cliff face crumbling
away beneath my clenched fists
filled with loose gravel?
Or the crevasse of a memory
opened up without warning,
threatening to swallow me whole?
I have been buried beneath
avalanche after avalanche of anxiety,
lost my footing just as the
peak came into view through
early-morning mist
As many failed attempts as it takes,
I will keep climbing toward the
pinnacle of my potential
where all the fears and doubts
that towered over me once
will seem microscopic from
such a staggering height.
– mrg
