Melancholy Mountain
A haiku addressing the merciless mountain that is depression, anxiety, and perfectionism
Scaling the Mountain
Only win if you go high
Small slip, crash you die
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Whitaker Lee
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I really like this!
Oh that packs a punch. Merciless mountain indeed. Great writing!
This reminds me of a time I scaled an unexpectedly difficult slope in Edinburgh which is in my Wander pieces To Reach The Summit And Never Fall Down That Slope Is Success Courtne'