The Hills That Beckon

The grassy hillside beckons to me

I curl up in it’s inviting arms,

Only to be awoken by the one’s who pester and pry.

They call out my flaws, and pick at my insecurities

In silence I cry.

The rocky mountain looms before me,

How will I cross it this time?

It’s steep peaks, treacherous paths, and ominous caverns

Overwhelm me.

How will I cross it this time?

Those soft licks of green grass, next to sweet smelling lilacs and daisies

Betray me.

Their beautiful sight and aroma only deceive me further.

Their delicacies prove to be their greatest strength in unarming me.

But, those harsh jagged mountains prove to be the more fierce of the two

Their steep peaks protect me from those who pester and pry,

Their treacherous paths confuse those who call out my flaws,

Their ominous caverns shield me from those who pick at my insecurities.

This poem is about: 
Me

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