The Mountain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

There is a mountain before your eyes. You are asked to lift it, put it on your shoulders and carry it. You are asked by no one. 

You are alone now with the mountain on your back, walking on clouds, walking inside the halls of a glass palace. Somewhere down below rust grows on metal, the gate to your childhood home gently rocking to the wind’s music. You see it all in your mind’s eye. Then see it reflected in the glass that surrounds you. There it is, the childhood that laughs at you, the teenage years that scream at you, the young adult years that weep and yawn, and then there is Time, resting in eternity.

 

What did that one girl say that one time when you fucked up and broke her heart? She stood in front of you screaming and crying and telling you how you have never paid for the consequences of your actions. 

 

Time is finding its place inside you and inside the glass. There is a crack that goes from the top right corner to the bottom left, and through the crack you see a thousand eyes staring back at you, hear a thousand screams ringing in your ears. The mountain too feels a little heavier. Who is telling you to keep this up? In desperation you turn your gaze once again to the crack, but somehow it’s been sealed.

 

Down below the iron gate is gone. Your home is no longer a home but a hole in the ground. This is now where Time awaits, waiting for you to bring down the mountain, waiting for the stone plants to grow. So descend and plant it and let it grow and watch it grow. Watch it rise higher and higher toward the glass palace like a finger of defiance, connecting you to it and it to you. But know that if you put the mountain down, you have to learn to stand upright. You have to learn to slowly straighten your back. You have to adapt to a new posture, a new way of walking through the dreadful waters. 

 

And remember too that without the mountain on your back, no one could see you from afar. 

 

After a moment’s reflection, you decide to endure it, carry it, let it  crush you beneath its weight if it must, for you are only a giant with that mountain on your back. 

 


Submitted: March 27, 2021

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