Mixed-Medium Project: Something that Begins with M
6 of 30 day Art and Poetry Collaboration
By Victoria L-BPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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My Mountain
It is exhausting to be told
about the mountains I have made
from mole-hills.
Don't you see the pick
and the spade I constantly keep
strapped to my aching back to
knock down the mountains that
rise up and block your view
of beautiful dusk and dawn?
Can't you see the grey bags
under my eyes getting heavier
and harder to carry as I lose
night after night of sleep to keep
your path to my heart level and
easy so that you hardly notice you've
had to climb at all?
Some days all the terraforming
is too much. The road gets bumpy,
but all you've known are the paved
paths of my perfection, so you can
only see the cracks.
I am tired of tearing down my mountains to make you journey
easier.
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