“Atop the snowy mountain peaks, The chilly wind rustles through my coat, As I embrace myself to keep warm; There lay a white world in front of me, Snowy peaks and fluffy clouds. The setting sun blinds my vision, As I look through the intense…

It looms I am buried in its shadow It moves not Towards me, but I towards It is unscalable I teeter a mere inch off the ground But that inch is hard-earned I reach above my head Fingers balancing on a narrow rock shelf And…

I think of you… up there. I think of us… once there. I stand below the mountain… of where you once lived, where we once loved. knowing you have gone … on to another realm; leaving only the images… fading as they do. The violent…