by Brianna G. Harte
Building these two mountains
Higher with each passing day,
Helps me see the sun
And look toward a brighter day.
But sometimes one mountain
Casts a shadow
Drowning out the other mountain,
Making its worth questionable.
Each mountain on its own
Seems to crumble, be ready for a quake,
To shake me to my knees
To loosen my grip on what I’ve built.
At times the questions can rise,
Was the time spent bringing these up from nothing
Time well spent?
Would it be better to simply let one go,
Returning it to the flat land
That once was?
Sitting at the peaks,
The vast land below seems so far away
And the sun seems more beautiful than before.
Slipping down the faces,
The fall seems frightening,
And the sun’s light never seemed so distant.
I can’t be alone
With my two mountains here.
I see others around,
Creating unique features that rise,
But do theirs seem so unstable,
Did they stop working at one
To build the other stronger?
Or are they still going?
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