~ Notes ~
Written: March 13, 2020
Context: I was on my way to West Virginia to see some family and as we were driving up the mountain, I got really sad when I realized how much of my true self I have to hide from my family. I wrote this trying to vent and rationalize the fact that it would end up very badly if I tried to tell them my real self.
Warnings: Mountains, brief mentions of being trapped, getting lost, and being pushed off a cliff.
~ Poem ~
The sweet woodsmoke wafts to my nose on the breeze
From small cottages on farms, nestled on top of the mountain, between the trees
My Emerald reflection's in the water, only rivaled by the Emerald Hollow of home
Oh! How easy it would be to wander away into these woods, alone
These stony walls rise up, trapping me inside
Isolated, to the point that no one would hear my cries
Should I fall trap to their blatant lies
Of what lies
Outside
of our minuscule Lives
And as we start my final climb
I'm forced to leave my past behind
The past they will never fully understand
The past I hid from them with my own, bare hand
Alas! As we near the peak
I fell the last bits of my true soul crumble, and leave
As I'm pushed away, nothing else is left behind
Nothing but this Mountain Mask of "Mine"
