Mountain Face
As I climb this rugged mountain
It somehow feels familiar to me
I can’t quite put my finger on it
Yet, as I climb
I breathe the fresh cool air
I see the blue sky
I just daren’t look down
At the beautiful green luscious ground
My hands with whiten knuckles
Tightened grip
I hold on to this craggy mountain
It is familiar
I can’t for the life of me work out why
I tread so carefully
My shoes hold onto the edge of the well worn mountain
Slowly reaching the top
I had the courage to look down
The mountain resembled a face
No one I knew
The mountain weathered by the rain, snow and ice
Nature weathered by the many thunderous storms
The mountain’s face was eventually born
I climb down the rugged familiar mountain face
Toria
23/3/2022
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