Everest
I am a mountain
People tell me
I am strong
Smart
Brave
No one says pretty
No one says beautiful
But
I can feel their awe
That i am still here
After all the rain
That should have melted my resolve
All the snow
That should have broken by bones
All the wind
That should have whipped my skin
And left me bleeding on the ground
Awe
Strength
But not beauty
Just cold
Hard
Eternity
Staring them in the face like i'm
A million years old
And no one says beautiful
-mount everest
This poem is about:
Me