Our Mountains, Our Strength

Tattooed on my body are the struggles I have survived,

These marks define what I believe to be true.

They tell the world that I have overcome mountains,

And in succeeding, my strength has been renewed.

Scissored from my life are the fears that kept me

Afraid to ascend to the heights of whom I could be.

From the mountaintop, I saw the end of the rainbow,

And I learned the pot of gold is my authenticity.

The real me shined through, strong and determined,

Coloring over the shame and guilt of the past.

The quest to the mountaintop was not optional,

For there I became the light for others, at last.

To reach the top of the mountains that scare us,

Let your courage rain down and be sublime,

Setting aside your fears and knowing this truth:

Finding your strength is worth the climb.

Poem for Sunday Writing Prompt Collage Prompt #44 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Fandango Prompt Is Optional. Word of the Day Challenge is Quest. Ragtag Prompt is Colorhttps://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/rdp-sunday-color/.