The Landscape Of My Mind
What can be more personal than the landscape of your mind?
With the mountain and the hill and the rivers far behind
You climb over adversities and swim through tears
The shortest of journeys takes you so many years
Mountains of worry, grey and tall
Snow falling in flurries, blinding like a wall
The wall is your stress turning your landscape a fog
So thick, to progress, you need to move in a jog
Running can only travel so far when you feel you can’t move
Shoes pushing off gravel when your legs don't approve
Rivers of despair, freezing and unending
Drowning and unaware that the flow forever extending
The water rises with every sob taken
Your heart begins to throb, and your body shaken
Cold travels through your bones in acceleration
Blinded by the light, a final breath of desperation
Glowing like a jewel that sun above the hill
With your head beneath the pool, it all begins to still
Freed from your prison you laugh at the sight
The water no longer risen, and your eyes can see the light
Gone are the mountains and the hills and the rivers
And the frigid encounters that gave you the shivers
The Sun is your hope, warm like a blanket
Its light is a scope relieving you from your minds casket
You climb over adversities and swim through tears
The shortest of journeys takes you so many years
Arabella Ashby is a senior at Ulysses High School. She is the daughter of Rick and Terria Ashby.
In collaboration with Ulysses High School teacher Jodi Pfingsten, the Ulysses News will feature a student column. Student writings are submitted by Mrs. Pfingsten after being edited in class. Student subjects and writing styles will vary based on guidelines set forth by Mrs. Pfingsten and the Ulysses News.
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