Mountains and Molehills
Mental Health Poetry 6
Finally hitting rock bottom, I stop falling. Hard to stand on my own two feet right now.
I've spent all of this time trying to conquer this molehill, When in actuality I stare up at a mountain.
Time to climb this impressive installation of nature. I'm nearing the dark clouds as they expel the rain of pain and anguish.
A single tear drop brings the pain.
Time to create my own mountain I can walk over.
The hurricane winds brew and dread and fear unfurl in me.
This mountain grows mounstrous, it haunts thee.
I get no thrills from lack of fear of height of this landfill.
Perhaps I have made mountains out of molehills.
About the Creator
FRANK? Piccolella
I enact many a dad tax on my six yearold twin girls. I am a writer and visual artist. Trying to work harder on the business side now to. Horror is my life. When it isn't I read, write, and Arithmetic. Comics and music shall suffice as well.
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