We all go through them.
Face that mountain and
climb.
climb until your out of breath,
want to fall,
who cares anyways?
Pain invading my bones,
aching in my thighs,
scrape, cut, fall,
bleed.
I am not worthy to be here.
Who cares anyways?
I'm at the top,
but a boulder is rolling
and I am the pebbles
under my feet.
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Perceptions -A series of poems- by Ashleigh
PoetryThese are some of the best poems, I, Ashleigh, have written. Feel free to comment on them, give me constructive criticism, tell me what you liked about them. And don't forget to vote! I love all my readers and I hope you love my poems.
