The Mountain Poem by Luce Darwin

The Mountain



This is the kind of love
that is not falling,
but rising.

I am climbing a mountain,
and the higher I go, the less oxygen
and I am starting to gasp.

Though no matter
how much oxygen is left
I will never climb back down.

I would much rather
die up here.

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Maine, United States
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