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Down the Mountain

Trying to come down a mountain you've already conquered is the true test, and it's a hard one. Like pouring cheap sanitizer over your bloody hands. The 99.99 that it may kill will not eliminate the painful little hundreth percent of pain that still stands. But it is necessary. I can see parts of my past like jagged rocks I've already placed my feet upon once. They remind me of all the times I slipped up cut myself with such failure I never thought I'd move on from. I slide down the mountain's side, hoping that if I fall forward I will be caught by a cloud filled with the heaviness of my old pride. Reminiscing on a cumulus crime trying to piece together where I made the mistake in believing being selfish would ever put me on cloud nine. It can no longer hold me like flimsy caution tape failing to hold an overwhelming riot at bay and down I go with the rain precipitating all my pain away. At 6'4, my height is pretty easy to see my mind is pretty difficult to read And my beliefs are even harder to understand. At times I feel having the word 'susceptible' tattooed across my chest would be fitting for me just so I could be understood by my fellow man. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so if I could, without a word I would speak volumes upon volumes of my autobiography and just live the rest of my life shirtless So that even to the passing stranger, my life story they could comprehend. Vulnerability at it's finest. I learn from experience. After a long fall, I land close to rock bottom. The temptation to give up always seems to make camp in front of the exit of freedom. I can see two male rams clashing their brains together while making a thunderous noise; the most accurate depiction of brainstorming I've ever witnessed, and an easy way to see that staying stuck at the bottom is a choice. There is always something new to learn. Something to struggle with up and down the mountain. What we must learn is to not be ashamed of our struggles, and to instead show how we are victorious through the renewed life we live.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/16/2012 5:28:00 AM
enjoyed the journey,great write Spencer
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Spenser Jones
Date: 11/16/2012 9:31:00 AM
Thanks man, I really appreciate it
Date: 11/15/2012 6:33:00 PM
That is gorgeous and breathtaking. It is like a painting -one is stroking it one by one. You are sharing it. That is the journey we have to go through. We will come out better as that is the promise from on high. Love ya, Toquyen
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Spenser Jones
Date: 11/16/2012 9:32:00 AM
Thank you miss Toquyen!

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