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
This is lovely.
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My deepest thanks 😊
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I love this! It makes me think of going to a place to find peace and reflect. While reflecting, we accept what is and isn’t and then we grow from it. Really awesome poem! 🙂
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Absolutely! Thank you so much 😊
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You’re very welcome! 😊
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