The poems

"Echoes"

Entry for celestialbloodlitmag
Word count: 160

Solitude.
Icy breezes and crunchy snow,
Holding on to a solid rope.
Reaching to the top
The only hope.

Didn't want to fall,
I wouldn't have been so tall if I did.
Especially if I fell on my head,
So I put my boot into the rock and pull myself up.
I listen to the words in my head telling me where to place my hand,
They filled my brain and made my body ache in ways I couldn't explain.

I somehow made my way,
Sat on the top.
Held my photo in my palm and shouted out into the air,
"Hello everywhere!"

Only for it to return back into my ears,
I smiled for a moment only remembering the solitude again.
Looking at the picture and then realising,

It echoes of the past.

Laughter, memory and companions.
It branches from the picture to my veins leading to my brain,
Echoes of no pain.