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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