Pen y Fan

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Today




Comfort

In the howling covers of mist

That hurl their might against the mountain

Where the sheep's hooves 

Have persisted to a relentless path

 

I find comfort 

 

The bleak torture

Of the rural elements as they whip and lash

And show their power

Brings a familiar crutch

 

Im battling

With all manner of forces

Mostly internal

But above all of this

 

There are two things

The mountain

And me

 

We are rooted

And despite everything

That so far has come my way

I remain

 

The mountain accepts me

As one of its own now

We are unspoken brethren

By virtue of the climb

 

The elements sent their hardiest warriors

To throw me from my path

To destroy my spirit

To break my ardour

 

And yet

As it is with so many other things in life

 

I walked away

Having achieved

 

Albeit Sore

Peaceful

But above all

Smiling





Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2016-10-28 at 12:58

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Good for you. A mountain is the best friend when you need to be strong. I enjoyed reading this.
2016-11-03


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Magnificent! I could read it again and again forever.
Ashe
2016-11-03


Bibek
Beautiful.
2016-10-29