I am a long, tall mountain,
with its ups and downs.
A jounrey that is unspoken,
just a path who is broken.
My rough, stoney path,
only resembles my monsterous past.
The calling of a bird’s tune,
lets me know the terror will end soon.
A waterfall, so beautiful and pure,
helps me keep my mind in gear.
The water rushing across the stones,
feeling the freedom within my bones.
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