The Mountain

Mon, 03/04/2019 - 13:46 -- bsawyer

Before me is a mountain.

It strecthes high to touch the sky.

Inside are all my fears uncontained,

But I must conquer it, or at least try.


It houses my demons and ghosts,

my failures and my doubts.

They scream at me with boasts

About how I will always burn-out.


But one by one they fall before me

Slowly at first, but then with haste

By knowing their lies, that's the key

I can twart my fears, and turn them to waste.


That mountain of fears becomes a hill

And that hill of fears becomes a pile

One by one the fears I kill

Disappear, and slowly I smile

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