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There was a dream,
A shadow that haunted me.
I run I crouch I scream
I was never heard
Every night it rose on my bedroom door.
I closed the door and waited for the sun, school, friends and laughter.
The nights grew longer and the shadow no less
Then one night,
I kept the door open, boundless courage calls
I step into the shadow
There is none
I venture into the hallway
I run I chase I scream
There is none
I’m in the dining
I’m into it deep I’m into it thick
I find a small white bulb, dangling from above
Peacefully lit
It dawns on me
It was never the shadow
It was the light
I run I crouch I scream
I was never heard

Mountains and Mirrors

With wide open arms, wind in my hair and head thrown back I ask,
How tall am I?
Mountains are like mirrors
There are no answers; there are just the same questions
I always wonder if I am asking the right question
I ask again
How tall am I?
My voice rings through the cool intrepid air.
While the clouds beneath coyly deflect my question,
The mountains ahead ask me back the same
A journey into the mountains is a journey into your mind
Answers are found in the echoes,
Echoes ask you better questions.
How tall am I?
I am as tall as the mountain on the otherside
I am as tall as where I stand