Mountains and Me
This poem is a part of XYZ, a series under Kathaa. The author has chosen to remain anonymous.
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I want to be a mountain, timeless and strong,
A pillar of courage, where hearts belong.
Standing tall through the storms and rain,
Enduring the trials, embracing the pain.
I want to be a mountain, calm and wise,
With quiet strength that never dies.
Through endless dawns and fading light,
A guardian bold through day and night.
A guide for the lost when shadows creep,
A beacon of hope where darkness sleeps.
Paths carved deep by wisdom’s grace,
A steady hand in life’s fierce race.
Calm and serene in a restless tide,
Bold and unyielding where fears reside.
Roots sunk deep in earth’s embrace,
Strength etched firm on a tranquil face.
Let me rise high where dreams take flight,
Grounded in truth, yet bathed in light.
A mountain of courage, bold and free,
The person I strive to be—
The Mountain and Me