Bruises

A look to the mountain so high,

Determined to climb it with a sigh.

Rough trail,

But I got to sail.

One fall and it’s never coming back,

But the trust in myself is what is at my back.

Crossing the boulders,

With the bag of responsibilities on my shoulders

Troughs and crests of falling and standing,

The highest peak is where I am landing.

Camps went by,

Yet, the only comrade be the sky.

Learnt to walk alone,

Because, with people only bruises are borne.

Here I am, on the mountain so high,

Climbing the path so known yet unknown,

Reminiscing all the acquaintances and the fie,

In the night with the bruises so forlorn