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

 

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