Tuesday Poetry Drop
Mountains by Quinton Williams I built a mountain today just so I could play but winds and rains came crashing in a blaze. Winds of unrest and waves of shame. People wanting to know why it's falling and whose to blame. It's not their mountain, but it gives them something to watch that had more meaning than the hills they seem to botch. I'm learning that the mountains that I build are not the best there is. Dreams have been killed. So today I found a bigger mountain, to big for me to make. There is much to fear and much to love, so I'll see what I can take.