My MountainA Poem by Wild Willow BlueIt's never easy, but it can be done.
There is a mountain
I've climbed it in the rain It has lasted through many storms Just waiting Waiting for someone to climb it Many feet have passed over it's rocks Many hands have touched it's soil And found comfort on it's grassy bed But I have fallen It's soil has turned to mud in my hands It's rocks like knives under my feet The ground cold and hard It's grassy bed no longer welcoming But in more ways than one it has saved me Even through the harshest storms And the sunniest days It has stood there Just waiting There is a mountain © 2017 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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