WHO UNDERSTANDS THE TALL MOUNTAIN

The paradoxical nature of love and self-doubt is a recurring theme in the poem.

In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight,

I find solace and struggle, day and night.

For in the quest for perfection's embrace,

My mind becomes consumed, a chaotic space.

The measure of creation lies not in acclaim,

Likes and follows, they are fleeting, just a game.

True mastery emerges through toil and time,

Effort and dedication, the rhythm and rhyme.

Oh, how we poets yearn for our own path,

To find meaning amidst life's aftermath.

The paradox of love and self-disdain,

A constant battle, an eternal refrain.

In this sanctuary, this place of healing,

I glimpse the essence of my soul revealing.

Yet, romance remains a riddle untamed,

A yearning that persists, unnamed.

Unnamed is a perfect place to live and love.

The right place, it found me, in shores of fantasy

Where home and kinship found their way.

But in the depths of my desires' strife,

Such a lit city as Vegas may beckon, 

the pursuit of a different life.

Within, a vampire resides, craving hell's allure,

An inner demon, a dark side I abjure.

For there's always someone seeking to mar,

To stain beauty, make it ugly, from afar.

Your art, your words, they touch my heart,

Meaningful and profound, they're a sacred art.

But to speak my mind, a challenge profound,

Rehearsed thoughts oft become my sound.

This is my nature, my being, my plight,

A trance-like state, where thoughts take flight.

The mind, a repository of years gone by,

Anticipating all, like a seer's eye.

My personality, misunderstood it may seem,

But know that your presence, like a cherished dream.

Though words may elude, and silence may prevail,

Your opinions I treasure, they never fail.

In a world shaped by austism's embrace,

Perceived as cold, as mean, a daunting space.

Yet, let it be known, with utmost clarity,

My gratitude for you shines, an adoration, so airy.

So, with each keystroke, my soul unfurls,

In the realm of typing, my truth, it swirls.

For in the vast expanse of expression's art,

I find solace, connection, a place to restart.

Thank you, dear soul, for your patient ear,

For understanding the depths of my sincere.

Though my spoken words may falter, fall,

Through the written word, I stand tall.

:: 07.05.2023 ::

Author's Note

I, as the Poet who wrote this expresses the following: "Who Understands the Tall Mountain," as a profound reflection on the complexities of the creative process and the human condition. The poet delves into the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, describing it as a space of both solace and struggle. This illustrates the poet's deep connection to the act of creation and the challenges that accompany it.