Tuesday Poetry Drop

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.


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