Living Rock

March 1, 2012
A mountain so high
Made with diamonds in rough
The top is my mark
Of making it aloft
Stretching my mind
To each place of rock
Balancing my place
Putting it in lock
Pulling myself with only my heart
I struggle and fall
But I must get up
Again I reach out
With my mind and chest
Mixing together both
Is my only chance
My fingers they bleed
From the sharpness of life
Every blunder shaper than a knife
Almost there I cry
The peak I plea
But beyond it extends
Stretching as far as I can see
I gasp, yes, but I don’t give
I stretch out to the rock
I will to live.





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