Gabriella Alziari

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