The Mountains I've Climbed Poem by Emma Sinclair

So jiggered and high they are, the mountains I've climbed

The day I was born was when they first formed

Way up there the air was so thin

The lack of oxygen made me choke that I broke and had a stroke.




The path on the mountain is loose gravel

I've threaded carefully and still fallen

The sturdier the shoes the slower I fall

The less prepared the further I go.






I approach another every two years

Is this a pattern I've found?

Does another challenge welcome me as I conquer the mount?

This valley goes onwards, there is no way out.






Death and pain meet me as I reach each peak

Each one hurts me differently than the one behind me

The scars tell my story as I fight to continue

Can this strength keep me going as a mountain draws near?






Memories echo around me as they bounce off the cliffs

Although pain always surrounds me, I have found myself peace

The views are beautiful here way up high

The air is dense, but I breathe so freely as the wind hits my skin






As the animals here have adapted long ago

As do I however far I go

I feel at home here with my daemon soul

We are equal, we are one

And I never fight alone.