The Mountain (a poem)


The Mountain (a poem)

Our personal mountain stands tall and proud,

A challenge to be faced and conquered,

A symbol of all that we’ve allowed,

To shape us and define us.

We stare in awe at its majestic height,

A silhouette in the mist and the rain,

Our path leads us to it (at first out of sight),

Yet we know it’s there just the same.

We stand at the foot of the mountain a while,

In awe of its beauty and might,

We feel the desire to start the climb,

But the time never feels just right.

Eventually we have to make the choice,

We have to face our fears,

We start the climb with a small, brave voice,

“The time is finally here.”

The journey is long and winding,

But we take it one step at a time,

We learn that progress is a daily effort,

And the path is not a straight line.

We meet others along the way,

All of them climbing too,

But in the end it’s our journey to make,

And their journey is theirs to do,

Then one day when we reach the top,

Perhaps we’ll look back in pride,

At all that we’ve experienced,

On this incredible ride.

Written by Sedone Thongvilay