#nofilter

I’m not the ideal I sought

I’m no ‘mover of peaks’

My actual arms hang limp and fraught

So impossibly weak

One empty meadow

Amongst the greenest of lands

Is a vacuum to focus

Draws you into an expanse

The power of one failure

Can unmake an entire man

The most tightknit structure

Undone by a single frayed strand

You tug at my ego

My motorless soul

Revealing an engine 

Fuming with coal

These common emissions

You say it’s foretold

That no man moves mountains 

Without consuming his own

I am a mosaic of sketches

Drawn by those I hold dear

Some brutal, some reckless 

Some beautiful and clear

When I look at my reflection 

I see something entirely else

I see beauty, I see tragedy

I see my imperfect self