I wander trails that are shaded by trees
until I reach the first steep rock scramble.
Walking steadily on old, crunchy leaves
I believe it's the mountains' preamble
I scale these rocks with eager hands and feet
my yearning heart pumps blood through my blue veins.
This mountain will not hand me my defeat
muscles strain and the rocks help break my chains.
Sturdy rocks and sacred trees surround me
their presence strengthens my weak, depressed bones.
My muscles burn with effort, but I'm free
to become one with the trees and the stones.
Though there are times where my mind may plummet.
I'll survive the fall, I've reached the summit.
© Tatiana
I went to New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine with my sister these past four days. I climbed two mountains and it was such an amazing feeling to be at the top. My body was so tired and it wanted to give up so bad, but I wanted to reach the top even more. I reached the tops of both of these mountains and I was so proud of myself. I felt so accomplished and it helped me reconnect with myself in a way.
So now the next few poems I post are going to be about this trip. So be prepared for poems about mountains, natural springs, an even trains.
