Mountains
If the mountain calls to me
Comes to me
I seldom turn away
I want to, sometimes
To run
To flee
I should, other times
Hide
Plead
I do, on the rare occasion
Cower
Become weak
But usually
I stand
Raise my eyes to the sky
Find the peak
See the summit through tears
Through clouds
Through every fear
Buried in stars
Then ...
I climb there
Sometimes on my knees
No matter how far
I am stronger than any mountain
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