Golden skies whisper “breathe easy”

as my car rolls along the gravel road

and I’m finally on my way home

The mountains stand like giants

guarding me against the world’s darkness

it’s impossible for me to harness…

the energy which erupts from them

I close my eyes and smell the air

damp and holding a silent prayer…

of serenity and peace to come

And I finally  have the courage to dare…

to send my mask falling to the floor

from this moment on, I’m not the image I pretend to be

for the mountains bring out the real me

they’ve seen me fall

they’ve seen me cry

but they’ve also lifted me up

it’s thanks to them I’m not still stuck in a rut

their glorified light and restless air bring hope to where there’s loss…

they help bear my heavy thoughts

So, every summer as I drive up their crevices and cracks

I’m reminded of who I am

I’m reminded I still have a chance

parts of the world may be dark, but the mountains always stand

causing evil to slink away, bringing out the light instead

they are my happy place

keepers of my soul

while I stand facing their golden skies, I always feel whole

As they whisper “breathe easy”…

they hush me into peace

life may seem strained and difficult

but on the mountains, my demons cease