To un-mountain

A blotch of blue on a patch of white

I used to scribble verses, petite

Not one, not two,

But too many to few.

They rhyme

They chime

They jingle

They mingle

with the million songs of the world

They get into my ear

play into my soul

and kindle me to write the untold

Yet I struggle

with chains in shackle

I lament about the other

which contain to thyself

I build the mountains

put them up a pedestal

look up and feel abysmal

of my unfortune moments

that keep fattening and tense

As they loom up to altitude 

I frown into doom,

Doom that's dark and uncertain

Or that which I call future.

I pace around in anger

of my fated future

that seemingly sulks

but when I sit and opine

I realise, it is my mind

that plays unto my joy

my mind that scars my heart

and adds streaks of suffering

into my life.

I decide not to lie,

not to comply

but thrive

in what I contrive

to let go of the mountains

renouncing joy for a pedestal

that worth nothing 

but a miserly mind 

and a heart of self-doubt.

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