The mountain ahead was a really big deal with trees on its flanks but few flat green fields up on the ridges were sharp flinty stones this was the path I must travel alone all through my young life I believed what they said crossing the mountain was folly many ended up up dead
I dreamed of the mountain most every night in my dreams of the mountain I looked up and took flight over the mountain I did range I did soar over the mountain I sought release from remorse I scoured the slopes and I scoured the crown but I saw little and little I found my dreams fell shattered and broke on the ground I determined I must climb by foot from the town
I wandered for days on flat lands for a time before reaching the base of the mountainous climb the gentle foot hills were covered with flowers the meadows were rich I crossed them in hours the mountain itself was immediately steep the forest was thick the scree cut my feet I had to use switchbacks many miles for a few only meters in altitude gained daily as I drew toward the top of the mountain’s ragged sharp peak in crisp snow and cold air were answers I did seek
I reached the summit with its razor sharp edge I looked on the other side from a dizzying ledge and what did I find on this remote outlook enough for a page enough for a book I found enough to shake me and to realise that my thinking was blinkered by my very own lies
my remorse was false a craven escape from fear of the truth in me now awake I had thought it would be different on the other side but all I discovered was another brutal slide and that I did not need to climb to be true I needed to scramble all the way back down to you to say I am sorry for the harm that I did to understand the hurt that occurred when I fled I am sorry for the struggle the wounds that I gave I beg for forgiveness if there is any to be saved
Dusk at the drop off, Mt Wombat, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
I was loitering on the corner after friends had dropped me there I didn’t go nowhere because I was scared I felt it coming a fright and a fear as if it was my last year
and when it finally fell upon me the anticipated dread I wished I had stayed at home in my warm and cosy bed the devil in his black coat to me he came and said I’m gonna frame you
I looked around but I couldn’t see anything of a crime I waited there longer I waited some extra time there was nothing to give me a clue no flashing sign that my whole world was a turning
when she pulled up in her long bright shiny yellow hearse I avoided her stare as if it was a curse but eventually she prevailed with a promise to reimburse me for my trouble
we drove to the mountain right to the very top when we got there she made the hearse come to a stop right at the edge by a long steep drop I exclaimed I was scared of heights
she got out of the car came round and opened my door I didn’t see her coming cos I was looking at the floor she pulled me out with the strength of two or three or four and dumped me on the dirt by the barriers
I struggled as she prepared to throw me into the abyss but then she bent to give me my first Judas kiss I knew what was coming so I ducked and she missed I pushed her in the chest and she swayed backwards
little did I know that she would unbalance then I watched her teetering on the edge until when she fell to her death just as god sent me a message
he said to get out of there because things weren't looking pretty I didn’t need no message I as tore across the city my mind was in turmoil full of self pity I found a little hideaway a little dirty a little gritty and laid low until things blew over
ever since that day I’ve been creeping around the town all nervous and alone again I’ve been going round worried the cops would do me over and when I would be found but my life became fortunate and stable
the lord moves in mysterious ways around my little hangout but in my mind there really is no skerrick of a doubt he saved me twice from death and the devil without my ever understanding anyways how or about I ever got to be in so much trouble
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