
I chase shadows over jagged cliffs
where longing blooms like fire against stone
The closer I reach, the further they slip
a dance of want and evade
as if desire itself is a sly teacher
teaching me the rhythm of patience.
And when the horizon bends toward my hands
fear rises like a tide I cannot hold back
can I cradle what I sought so fiercely?
Will it bend me into something unrecognizable,
a reflection of struggle lost
the fight that shaped the edge of me
now flattened into quiet possession?
I wonder if there is no more battle,
no friction to forge my heat,
will the flame inside me dim
or will it burn anyway
wild, unclaimed
still distinctly mine?
The climb is not just up the mountain
it is through myself
through desire, fear, and the ever-shifting mirror
of who I was and who I am becoming.



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