My mountains.... ( Archived) (5)

Mountains to climb feeling the wind in my hair. Hearing the whisper of the trees standing tall on there foundation of hard and sturdy rock. Seeing in the distance the stream of water flowing against the mountains that hold it close. Tasting sweet freedom that is mine to take and feel in my heart. Is this my dream it only comes to me in the dark.

star lights from heaven above please light my path as I climb to the top of my heaven, my mountains. Im leaving a piece of me along the path of my steps. I leave my sweat, tears, and laughter in rememberance of me. Can you see what I see the magic and beauty of the life that was given to me. I see things that have no importance, but to me its all I have. what I hold inside my memories of the person I used to be and the feeling of wanting her to come back at times.

Am I gone, did I disappear and no one can see me. I cant be gone the mountains are still there so I am alive. I am here. Deep down where no one can see, only me, are my hopes, wishes and dreams. I want out of this body, out of this mind. if only I can get to the top of my mountain high in the sky so i can drop all my fears and insecurites to the rocky bottom. I want to live my life free of guilt, shame, and fear that lurks inside me, waiting to take my last breath from me.

On my mountain I want to feel the wind on my face, blowing away the sadness and bringing in happier times. I want to hear the sound of peace that only this place brings me. I want to see the wind play in the trees and help the birds find there way home. I want to taste everything one breathe at a time. My mountains please wait for me, I will come to be your friend.

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