Searching

 Searching

Under a mountain, on top of the world

I flew through the subterranean tunnel that led to the sky

Only by leaving myself behind

Could I find it.

And It is,

And It is,

And it is the dawn after a long night,

It is the night after a long dusk.

It is the mountain straining to rise above the sky,

The air humbling itself to lift the mountain,

Ugliness without Beauty is average.

Beauty without Ugliness is mundane.

Equilibrium is a monotonous life, but some strive for it,

But not me.

That’s why I’m crawling across the sky, flying under the ground to find it.

And the frosty air of altitude only brings a smile to my dusty lips.

Reviews

[Little Blue]

I really like this. I had to read it a few times to understand it. but I loved it none the less. You have true talent. Keep writing!

[Song of Mercy]

I have worked my *** off before. The journey to success so hard, rewarding, sometimes worth it, others not. It took me some time to understand the poem, I'm glad I took the time. Thanks for the great poem. Barb