mountains

Yesterday, I whispered to the mountains.

They rumbled in displeasure,

as their rocks came pouring down,

drowning my voice out amidst the chaos.

My words died out in stutters

and the silence returned with vigor.

There it was again;

the mountain that loomed ahead of me.

It stood tall and unwavering, 

as the sun waved its last goodbyes.

I listened to the wind.

and I called it a night.

-.~*~.-

Tomorrow, I would conquer the beast.

Trample upon its feet

as the stones cut through my skin,

shouting victory like a warrior engaged in battle.

There would be no hesitation

and the silence would be broken.

There I would see:

the mountain that fell apart before me.

It thought itself strong,

but its foundation was weak.

I saw the wind carry it in my dreams;

a broken shard that used to be majestic.

-.~*~.-

Today, I drew them on the paper,

triangles and triangles,

lines upon lines in emphasis and quiet.

I tore it apart and I drew it again,

three lines stuck in a shape

that never find its way out.

I laughed and I cried
as the triangles crumpled and folded
like the mountains in my dreams.