The Mountain and I

The more my soles
tread upon that old mountain
the more I begin to believe
that it is far less
me
carving my way to the summit
than it is
the mountain
carving its way
into my soul.
I always enter
with my worries
and pain
and sorrow
and shames
and yet,
somehow,
I always leave
empty
but
in a good sort of way.

Perhaps I am not taming the mountain.
Perhaps,
the mountain is taming me.

~LT

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