The mountain I climb

Questioning all that’s within me

Searching my soul

Coming up empty

The answers aren’t here

They aren’t ready

They aren’t needed

The distractions must disappear

You must move forward with confidence 

But I need to know

At what expense

At what cost

In what realm does it matter

Mine….

Naivety has always been my best friend

The quiet comfort

Yet the screaming ensued

I closed the doors

Oh how I slammed those doors

But the truth kept oozing out

It continued to play cat & mouse

I couldn’t run fast enough

I still can’t escape 

It’s a revolving door and I can’t break free

I find the healing detrimental 

Yet it exposes my soul

It leaves me raw and bleeding

But yet a peace is supposed to wash over me

Where are you peace

You’ve taken the whispers 

The screams have come back

I can’t shut them out

They’re constant reminders 

The walls have caved in

The bricks have begun to fall

Can I handle the truth

This mountain I climb

Will I reach the top