mountain

A mountain towers high above a hill
The lesser summit stays a victory still
When dawn arrives the sun is tinged with grief
One’s bed provides a measure of relief

A day with plans that once seemed only bright
Falls victim to a curse that leaves a blight
Upon your mind, will friends become estranged?
They’d rather see you well so rearrange

A shower cleanses yet its waters sting
To bathe can sometimes seem a daunting thing
So even though your hair might be a mess
It makes you no less worthy of caress

Shall I compare life to a single day?
One art more lengthy and more incomplete
Rough winds do shake the strongest trees but they
Need only time to grow new leaves replete

To soothe a fractured mind and anxious soul
Lest tribulations start to take their toll
No shame to take a moment that’s sedate
The world outside remains but it can wait

A mountain may erode yet stand an age
Therefore no rush to turn your story’s page
Best take the rest you need to climb again
Just love yourself you’re set until the end

Rewrite of The Mountain by Laura Ding-Edwards (because I’m an ABCB hater). Shamelessly steals from both Shakespeare and Lady Gaga.