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Apr 3
I was born climbing mountains,
the rocks are sharp,
the trees loom in the dark
and wave in the morning,
the river rages down below
my valley, flooding my life
with experiences.

I keep climbing in the rain,
even the snow can't slow
me down.

My life used to be a high place
I fell in love with my life I was
always moving, but a hole began
to form in the earth as I took
notice of its presence,
I started living.

The mountains are my struggles,
the trees are my thoughts, the
river is memories, the flood is
life reaching out for me and
sometimes it seems chaotic,
I have to climb higher than before.

My bruises and scars are testimony
to my climb. Like a book my bruises
and scars wright my story and help
build mountains that I am climbing.

ÂŠī¸ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton
Written by
Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
(37/F/Bakersfield California)   
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