The mountain of resilience, it stands tall and strong
A peak of perseverance, where our spirits belong
A rugged terrain, that tests our will and might
A journey of self-discovery, that leads to new light
The climb of courage, it winds and it turns
A path of determination, that forever yearns
The air of accomplishment, it fresh and it clean
A sense of pride and purpose, that's forever seen
So let us ascend, to the mountain of our soul
And let its heights, forever make us whole
For in its grandeur, we'll find our own way
And a life of purpose, in a brighter day.
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Albin
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Twisting Through the Doorways
A grand bronze-coloured staircase leads nowhere. It is adorned in dim and sensual lights, the golden glimmer of the chandelier adding elegance and richness to the room. This is the biggest room in the unknown home. A house made of multi-sized doors leading to multi-dimensional rooms. Some exist in daylight, some exist sideways against child-like postered walls.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Horror
Comments (1)
This was so optimistic! Loved your poem!