I am not aware of how long I have been here, nor am I aware of how much longer I must stay.
I am the stonemason of my mountain, my pyramid, building it piece by piece from the blocks of stone that fall from the heavens, until perhaps the day where my summit meets that sky.
There are many aspects of me, so I am the warrior who fights, her body taking the brunt of the waves that seek to destroy my foundation, the very opposition to my ultimate quest.
I am the healer, mending the wounds in the warrior and in the mountain.
I am the stubbornness that weighs me down, the impatience that holds me from making the final ascension.
I am also the spirit of hope who stands at the summit, and she prays to the universe in wait of its blessing that we all have been building for, a temple, a sanctuary against a raging sea and a crescent moon.
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
