Inside my head is a mountain
It’s vast, and black, but not made of stone
It stands in my road; it’s a block in my way
I can’t get over it, and I can’t go around
It’s been there a long time
And it’s immovable, believe me, I know
But I will not let it defeat me
I will find a way, and I will tear it down
And turn this unconquerable stumbling block
Into my stepping stone.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
