The Mountain. Poem by Tara Schley

The Mountain.

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I stood:
whole,
quiet,
peaceful,
formidable.

they found me.

They came at me
with their plans.
Blasting and
chipping away.
They made empty holes in me;
filled with loud, fetid, insidious things.

I made plans
for them too.
They tried to break me; I'm the rock they destroyed
themselves against.

Tara Schley.

The Mountain.
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