Activity 3 Poetry Club

The Mountain withstands time the Agent Elder who once spewed an earthly inferno Now rests quietly in peace. I climb higher holding onto tree branches covered in moss In a rainforest where time is lost I breathe in the early morning dew that smells like cotton candy and the Evergreens of a sugary Maple. Houdini escaped the chains of monotony, and I did too. I was a prisoner in the confines of Whitby Plain suburbia nightmare. Cookie cutter homes and the middle class daily life. I wouldn’t fit in next to a water looking down on everyone else. I almost lost my edge… a shadow version of myself. My Light My confidence to shout out and sing had almost gone out Peering down into the Glacier lake. On top of my mountainous escape into the looking glass surface I am overjoyed and see the sadness of my trapped heart dissipate