My Mountain is but a hilltop...

This hilltop I climb is as many mountains I’ve climbed before
I walk this trail not knowing my path but too afraid to go astrayI am then following the path of those who have come before meNot knowing their fate but hoping to be lead to a place of peaceA time or two I slip on a rock or a steep slope only to land in harms wayI’ve received many bruises this way, with only my hands to catch my fallI long for loving arms to caress me, be it for the wind I’d have only lonelinessThe birds sing joyous songs that sound like loud roaring laughterI pretend they are the angels of light coming to watch over meThis reality is but an illusion I dare not face

Philessa JenkinsCopyright 2013
3/20/2013