Mountains of Poems in my Mind

Poems stand as snow covered mountains in my mind.

The sharpness of the jagged black rocks

prick at the snow.

All I see is white, with faint gray blue lines.

Where did all the black rocks go?

As I begin to climb I beg for a single rock

to grasp for motivation and strength.

Suddenly rocks begin to appear

on this mountain of white.

I begin to see the top, yet exhaustion rules my body.

Will I ever make it?

Finally! Standing at the peak, I look down.

Below me, a valley of revision

across the way, another mountain awaits me.