On the High Peak

Written by: Emily Schaffer

Oh how beautiful the sun that was rising,
The sun I had spent my life despising.
It marked a time of torture, a time of grief,
The dead, knotted trees above me had not one leaf.

I wished for my life to end, for my sorrow was not known,
Tears would not come, the pain went down to the bone.
Comfort was all I wanted, my heart was so sore,
My one true love was no more.

My  eyes darkened and my soul gave a mighty shriek, 
For I had pushed the knife inside me on that high peak.
I opened my eyes, life was still mine, 
My mistake was realized, in God I do trust for he lived in the beginning of time.