The Mountain
An expedition of perseverance and self discovery
Not every mountain is made of stone
Some mountains live within
Jagged ruby peaks of doubt and hatred burst forth
From an onyx sea of expectations
We all must climb our mountains
Or be lost to the abyss
I scrambled from the crimson valleys of depression
Grasping stones of perseverance
Hauling myself toward the shining silver peaks of hope
I traversed the deadly cliffs of self
Clinging to the gnarled roots of desire
The ashen mountain cloaked me in ruby lacerations
With waning strength I clambered to the peak
And stood atop the mountain gazing down upon the ruins below
I looked upon my weary limbs and watched in disbelief
Shimmering strands of gold danced across my skin
Lacing intricate designs around each bruise and scar
Making them all the more beautiful
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The Creative Chimera
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