The Idea Of You

I found a mountain,

a scintillating tower,

stretching up into the morning sunlight,

defying all attempts to climb.

I lived at the base,

chiseling a cavern

with hands and tools,

patience and perseverance. 

If this is as high as I can climb,

then so be it -

the foot of this monument

is surely the best place

possible for me. 

But my cave is cold. 

The mountain is silent.

Despite the safety and the sunrises,

so brilliant on our sunward side,

this is not my home.

There was not a place for me here.

I had to fight and dig,

I had to plead and beg.

But your walls

were insurmountable. 

Despite the dirt and debris

I now carry in my pockets,

and the picked scabs

that stubbornly stuck around

as scars,

I am lighter as I descend.

The air is easier to breath

when I am not waiting

for a mountain to notice me,

when I do not feel so small,

so massively insignificant. 

I deserve to be loved. 

Reviews

[i.am.the.sun.]

I don't know how to say this, but I know this mountain. You were right to turn back.

[Ben Taylor]

I have a problem with being drawn to emotionally unavailable people.