on top of the mountain



I am sitting on top of the mountain
looking down at the crowd below
my voice is as raw as the wind as it snatches my words away
my desperate, hopeful, welcoming words:
"please come with me"

But they stay in the valley and wait for my return
they can't even see me from where they stand
they look up and find the fog there instead
the fog of their minds and their thoughts and the words of others
the words which scratched my arms and legs on my way up the mountain
and now I stand on the summit, bleeding
but I'm alive
and they are not.

If only they could see
if only they could come
if only they could understand my words and follow
if only.

But they wait for me
and I might return
but not for long.
Because the mountain is my refuge
the place where I belong
and I don't care that I'm alone up here
at least that's what I tell myself.

"I don't care that I'm alone!" I cry into the wind.
But I do care.
Because I want them to see this view.

I have tears in my eyes
on the top of the mountain
because they insist on staying in the valley
where they can't see.

But I won't stop calling to them.
I won't stop screaming into the wind:
"please come with me"



this one is for all the outcasts like me. 
sometimes it's lonely on top of the mountain.
I just want you to know that I'm up here, too.
- abbie

13 comments:

  1. wow.

    This post hit me HARD. My brother isn't a Christian, and that has been really rough. This post expresses a lot of what I've been feeling. <3

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  2. this is amazing + I love it.

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  3. Thanks Abbie. I...kinda needed this. <3

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  4. Aghhh ... this kinda broke my heart. <3

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  5. Absolutely beautiful as always

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  6. In most of the mountaineering excursions,his explanation people go alone and have to face certain hardships and difficulties and have to manage them alone.

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