Clouds of Doubt
A myriad of possibilities weigh down on my chest Pinned down at a crossroads at the foot of the mountains Held in place by arms of thick mud Tall, thick, fluffy clouds hide the mountains’ peaks Though I can feel their glare And hear their urgent calls to ascend The unknown makes me wary Will my ascent be in vain? Will I hurt myself? My feet…
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