The Mountain I Scale

Written as part of A Week for Writing, which offers the theme ‘Peace’, Prompt Nights which offers the theme ‘Silence’ and Midweek Motif, which offers the theme ‘Mountain’ as inspiration for a post. Also shared with The Tuesday Platform and Open Link Night.

The Mountain I Scale

silence, I find
in peace around me;
when life talks
to demoralize me,
tell me I can’t cross
what it throws,
that I’ve no heart
to follow dreams
to where I want to go;
that no one cares
to ease my sorrow;
each step I take
feels like a mountain
that I cannot scale,
I start to think,
“what if I just fail?”
a breath steadies me,
sometimes, a scream,
I return once more
to a state of zen;
back on the path
to regaining belief
to scale mountains
I made of molehills.
life’s talk I ignore,
and peace I find,
in silence around me.

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(Β© 19th January 2016)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

64 thoughts on “The Mountain I Scale”

  1. Being able to bar the noise of the world we live in, is the first step towards calm and peace.
    May you be able to sustain this tranquility in your life forever πŸ™‚

  2. That’s so true! In simple words you have shared the secret of life, & when you read the poem twice or may be thrice the whole zest is about the little things we crib about almost daily yet they are so tiny in reality. Ironically, We never realise until we read such love lines! Thanks for sharing!

    • Thank you for the kind words, Rachana. πŸ™‚ Yes, those things we crib about might be little, but they come so often and speak so strong, that we feel it’s more serious than it is. Glad you liked the poem.
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    • Happens. It’s part of life. If everything went our way without doubt or questioning, then life loses some zest, I suppose.

      And yeah, when in doubt, we feel like we are our worst enemies. Absolutely. Glad you liked the poem, Cie.
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  3. Silencing the voices that we’ve internalized is the hardest, but its possible, and then the mountains sink down to a proper magnitude. You capture the voices, and the blessed silence.

    • Yes. It’s more tough to climb the mountains when there’s that internalized voice repeating over and over again that it can’t be done by us! Glad you felt I captured the silence, Susan. Thank you so much.

  4. It takes great strength to keep listen to the voice inside saying keep going..don’t give up…a deep breath indeed..but a good one
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  5. I think it is amazing the mountains that can be scaled if one puts doubt behind one and keeps one’s mind on the goals. One step at a time, and one finds one can scale those mountains one creates for oneself! Wise words in your poem.

    • Yes. Personal mountains can definitely be cumbersome, but climbed if the belief is there, and the strength to put the doubtful voices behind us. One step at a time. πŸ™‚ Glad you felt the words to be wise, Mary. Thank you.

  6. You wrote it well: sometimes when you need to achieve something, all you need is your own silence and your actions to do it. Words mean nothing but actions prove everything. I loved this too! thanks.
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  7. It’s always gladdening and life saving to find that breath which steadies and that Scream which brings us back on our toes to scale those ‘routine’ mountains . waise bhi ,if we look for peace in life,outside ourselves, we’ll be welcomed with nothing but a deafening silence .

  8. Oh, how I can relate to making mountains out of molehills. Our minds have a lot of power, we need to use them for positivity. A lovely poem, Vinay.

  9. THere was a now..
    not just a short
    now.. nows of
    66 months all..
    wHere ALL noise
    was overwhelming.
    until i sOught the abLiTy
    to find quiEt inside.. now iN
    even raving crowds of hundreds
    of people dancing slower than i..
    the i inside.. is a peaceful
    eye of
    that is now
    theRe was
    years now
    rest.. then..
    wHere i iS
    to ALL OUTSIDE..:)
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    • Nice that my verse inspired this interesting reply, katiemiafrederick. πŸ™‚ Wish one was impervious to all outside, but even recreated life isn’t that easy I suppose. Thank you.
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