Dear Me
All artists are mountain climbers
Dear me
dear us, dear them, dear everybody.
One day you will look back on this moment
a vivid image imprinted in your memory
and you will breathe, smile, and you will reflect on
how things once were, how they are now
and realize that not everything was all that bad.
It might look like you have a mountain to climb
a difficult road ahead, a task that seems impossible.
A torrent that’s too deep to cross
a wall that’s too high to scramble over–
too rough to swim, too deep to breathe
too light to sink, yet too heavy to float.
.
Just remember that every arduous journey started at the bottom.
All you can do is take one step, one leap, one note, have hope.
Just place one toe in front of the other
move one moment closer.
Soon, you will have travelled so far
that you won’t even notice that you were tired.
You will reach the top of that unrelenting mountain
look to the road below and scream
“I fucking made it! Me, just me, made it to that beautiful peak.”
On top of that summit you can take a moment, sigh, and whisper
“finally, I can be free because all I really wanted to be was me.”
.
You are a tightrope walker balancing on a loose truth string
stilt-walking on water, uphill till that string felt like a noose.
Although the path is treacherous
just keep pushing up that boulder
and whenever you feel like jumping off the edge
just move the cliff a little further
tread water a little longer
stay afloat a while and ponder
that rope is just there to support you
if you fall, the harness will catch you
abseil to the bottom float as free as a feather
and start that climb back over and over.
Because, when you get to the top you will be happy
that you made it when no one else was willing to venture
either out of fear of falling or fear of failure–
but at least you made the effort.
.
When you finally take up the pen on top of that
merciless mountain you will see a new road up ahead
leading to an even greater mountain.
But do not threat my friends, you made it!
On that day you will discover the secret
unveil the truth of existence:
that you are an artist and all artists are mountain climbers.
.
Run and never stop running.
About the Creator
Michael Redgen
While distracted by cats and coffee, Michael writes philosophical poetry to help sooth his restless soul. With a unique grasp of universal metaphor and imagery, he writes in depth diverse topics of life that are both personal and relatable.
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