If I get out of here, I don't
think I'm going to need you
the way I used to. This ex-
perience has changed me
and the way I look at the
world around me. I do not
look at you the same. I do
not understand why I would
allow myself to be disappointed
or caught up in the narrative
you speak and live and breathe,
if it has no meaning to me.
The pine trees have given me
something that no one can ever
take away, and it is permanently
mine, for however long I'd like to
keep it. It is like my own autonomous
oxygen mask, with an infinite
supply, no matter where I go, or
what I do, or who I become. It
transcends all of my lifetimes,
and becomes my new lifeline.
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SUMMIT
PoetryHello there, ambitious climber. Welcome to this prose-poetry chapbook called "SUMMIT". This prose-poetry chapbook explores decision making in high-stakes situations, immense loss and grief, and choosing to reach the summit in spite of all the obstac...
