To the person who's as tall as a mountain
Thank you for the climb.
You gave me tools and the time
From hours we were together
To when actions stopped
- And we were at the top.
From the panted breaths we shared
To how we connected
From the low rock below your belt
To how I felt.
Rock climbing builds muscles
Do it too much, the tissue will tear
Do it too little and there's no joy to share.
You climbed before - to an even bigger one
Before you returned home- done.
Here my first time - a lot of things.
Now we hang our gear
Memories no longer form tears
But walk with me because of what was shared.
To the person who has his local rocks - thank you.
To a teacher with questionable morals - thank you.
Now I take my own gear to higher places.
-AC
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What Goes On: A Collection of Poems
General FictionA collection of fictional poems that may be dark. What goes on in your mind? In your heart? Are you trying to put it into words? Take a sneak peak and see what you find.
