Climbing Mountains

She is the mountain I’ve been trying to overcome,

Some days I can taste the thin air that lingers around the peak,

Others,

all I can taste is the dirt beneath.

I’ve been using people’s hearts as pick axes to assist with my journey,

In the end, I end up breaking them causing me to 

fall.

As I fall,

I fall at a speed which no one can slow me down.

Until,

I’m at the bottom.

At the bottom where my journey has ended,

but just begun.

Reviews

[ANTO]

When I read a poem and my eyebrows involuntarily raise just after I've finished reading I know it has affected me but sometimes I dont know how to review it. I guess its like tasting chicken that has been boiled then being given a piece of chicken that has been southern fried. They are both chicken but theres a 'zing'.

[Mystery Wanderer]

Thank you!