I didn't climb a mountain,
I was buried under one,
a mountain made of remarks.
layered like shale.
I swallowed stones
and my voice turned fossil.
I was hiked upon, walked over.
But I learned
to breathe through cracks,
to listen for tremors,
to make way for waterfalls.
Kept carving escape routes,
by dissolving sediments,
by flooding,
by shifting.
I didn't climb out,
I eroded through,
with acid rain.
My venture wore dentures,
and grinned through the runoff.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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- Published: October 12th, 2025 23:55
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