The Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain,

As if it were the face of God,

Stared me down.

Eyes so heavy that I was brought to a kneel.

Still...

I rose with a phoenix on my shoulders.

With the first step, I was embraced for my bravery.

She was like a cloud that hissed from under the earth,

That blossomed...

Extending and expanding 

The arms which eventually wrapped me...

That rendered me inert.

Light..

And free...

Could this be Minerva?

How did she escape the lungs of heaven?

Why has she found me?

Cradling me on the crest of her breasts?

I am humbled...

Pulled from my kneel to a hero's stance.

I am sprayed afresh in the showers of her preachings.

My engine pumped with vigor.

Gushing blood...

Fueling the body through these pipe fittings

Into arteries.

Ushering into my veins like city traffic.

Injecting the muscles to act,

To breathe,

To win.

In the featherweight of Minerva's presence,

I have been engineered 

To place one foot before the other.

I inhaled the rich air around me.

And with all the fibers I possessed,

Fermented it into precious stone..

Chauffeured it to the vocal chords,

Which I parted in such a way 

To allow only the purest diamond 

To exteriorize itself from my lips.

With all I could muster, 

I commanded the mountain,

"Shatter"...

And it obeyed.

Melting under God's eye...

The Sky Fever.

Reviews

[Emily B]

we are all capable of being that hero if we only

believe

I was prepared for heavy words, angry words . . . instead I found strength and power in a light-filled way. Your Minerva inspired you well.