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.