Isolation

Where we stand alone

We reside atop a mountain,

In a snow covered paradise,

A place very few can reach,

But for us it will suffice.

Where avalanches are common,

And snow falls in a cascade,

Whisking away all we have know,

And all that we had made.

The wind nips at our faces,

The harsh words slithering in,

For there are some at the bottom,

And they struggle to begin.

Our descent will not be slow,

We cannot stroll down this hill,

For we will tumble and fall,

And our spirits will be ill.

The screams will not be heard,

Their sounds muffled by the crowd,

The masks that we will wear

Make us appear so proud.

For when we are atop our mountain,

We wear our own special crown,

One that is so easily taken away,

It’s harder to go up than down.

There will be no support from others,

Their envy runs too deep,

And those still atop the mountain,

They will lose no sleep.

Yet there are those who seek to please,

In hopes of achieving their selfish wish,

The one that I will grant,

And deliver on a silver dish.

For I will not deny their goal,

Thus I shall please their will,

And they will ask another favour,

So with kindness I shall kill.

I will bring them up the mountain,

The glory of the frozen peak,

And as they scavenge the hardened land,

I shall realize they are too weak.

They cannot reside on this mountain,

Their greed is much too old,

And they will soon start their descent,

They will tumble, they will fold.

And as they fall, their gaze will turn,

Their blame soon to be mine,

The crash echoing across the valley,

Twisting my heart with it’s vine.

And I shall avoid those other people,

Their lies as thick as slime,

I will return to my snowy land,

The pain no worse this time.

For the frigid cold of the mountain,

A place where few can roam,

Holds the secrets of isolation,

And a place that I call home.