Looking Back To The Mountains Strong

when things go wrong
we struggle with so much
silence

sometimes a whistle can make
a good pretension

a slight tap on the back
a hug can make a good compliment

with us
there must be more to this struggle in silence

the years have been adding up
like layers of soil upon a hill

we dig into all these layers
to find roots

they are not dead yet
the trees may have no leaves and

all the twigs may have dried up
and when you cut it

each shall give up its hollowness
too easily in a snap of your finger

the layers are pictures of what we are
what kindness we extended to our shortcomings

we look back to see mountains still strong with their peaks
we look forward to the endless horizon of the seas

there are two suns now
you and I.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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