The Mountain

Mighty mountain,

I long to be on top of your peak;

To look down upon the town

Where once my heart breaks.
To you I long to seek refuge,

To breath the fresh air,

Open wide my arms,

Without doubts or fears.
I would then shout,

‘Til my throat hurts,

And my voice fades,

‘Til the birds leave their nests.
Then I would hear,

The voice that shouts back at me.

And I would remember,

What I give, I receive back.
‘Tis the lesson I would bring,

When I get back to town.

With a fresher outlook,

‘Tis a better me I’m bringin’ down.

 

(WP Daily Prompt: Mountain)