Laughing at Mountains

The Mountains 
would laugh at me 
daily. 
Because they 
knew what I was trying 
to do, could not be done.
Every spare moment 
I had I was outside. 
fighting a war. 
I could see 
the life 
I deserved and 
I wanted it 
so badly. 
I remember 
the day
my heart 
was broken and 
I knew 
I was no match. 
I lay on the side 
of the mountain 
with Doc Martens 
on and safety googles. 
It was a hot August 
day and 
I could do not
move.
I was armed with 
a mini tractor 
and a weed wacker. 
I had cuts
and bruises 
all over me 
from the wilderness. 
I took off my clothes. 
The heat 
was unbearable. 
I was standing 
in the middle
of this huge 
piece of land 
naked in 
Boots.
I saw a truck 
crawl up 
the steep mountain 
side. 
It took a moment to
realize I 
was in fact 
naked and 
It was the Propane 
truck, 
coming up 
the mountain side 
to fill up the tank. 
I could not move. 
I just stared 
off because I 
did not care. 
I was swimming 
in my 
defeat. 
My failure. 
I would not have 
this life. 
It would 
not be mine. 
As the truck 
driver got out,
he asked if 
I needed help..
if I was ok. 
I just started crying. 
Sobbing.
I knew it was the end.
All those
years,
all that hard work. 
I could not make a 
change. 
No Matter
what I did 
it did nothing. 
As I sit on this 
bench listening 
to the beach 
wind whisper in
my ear.
I realize 
sometimes 
you are on the 
side of the mountain 
and you are trying 
to move it, 
and nothing is 
happening. 
You feel worthless. 
numb. 
Why have you 
been investing 
all those years,
for what?
Then I remember 
what that truck 
driver said to me 
all those years ago. 
He said,
Lady!
I don't know 
who needs to 
tell you this 
but, 
You are one 
tough mother fucker. 
Stop your crying 
and get some sunscreen 
on your ass. 
And just like that,
I laughed thinking 
about my stubborn 
passionate
ass. 
And I laughed 
at those Mountains,
because I do have
the life I 
deserve. 



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