I Am a Mountain
A mountain only falters in the moment before it collapses
Just as I do.
We stand tall and proud and firm
As the world carves us hollow.
Birds and butterflies know nothing of my world
As I know nothing of theirs,
But our desire to fly is as equal in intensity and importance
As a mother’s need to protect her child.
The words that fall from my tongue are heavy and brittle and quiet
When I defend myself
But become fierce and strong and powerful
When defending
Anyone else.
The love I possess stretches as far as the sky,
But as the sky coats the earth,
My care consumes me
And causes me pain.
I love too much.
I love too many.
I do not love myself.
I am standing tall and proud and firm
As the world carves me hollow
Like a mountain.
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