Mountain
I was broken
long before I healed
I was wounded
long before my tendons
grew together
When I sank,
I fell into the arms of loss
and struggled for forgiveness
When I bled,
I did so
with my heart
I was in a pit of pain
reaching for a ray of glory
to support me with some shelter,
to be a guiding light
When I take a breath,
I move towards recovery
When I take a step,
the mountain that I have to climb
feels a little smaller