Up The Mountain
It was the climb
That shifted into a fall
Taking with it
The luck I thought
Would come upon me.
His name carved
Itself some sharp edges
For me to stay away from
Because they would bite deep
And in them rooted
Some flowers
That mixed a poison
For it to seep
Into the pores.
I turn away ashamed
Of the weakened
State I stepped in,
But am grateful
For loving for
The first time.
He hurts like
Skin hugged by fire,
But I don’t lay down
And reveal my truths.
I will have my cure
And walk
Back up the mountain
To find I did it all
And I survived.