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Mountain's Journey

The fog is stifling.
I have to fight to breathe.
From afar you see the summit,
up close, the path you must trust disappears

Lightning struck me.
Forests around me fell to ash.
Once the Garden of Eden,         now a wasteland born from fire

Life runs from me in fear.
The wind chases her, stripping her down to nothing.
A hurricane devours flowers of calm, silent trees, and shelters of peace.

When nothing was left to chase, the storm finally loosened its grip. Fog thinned into memory, forests rose again from their silence.     The path revealed itself, and I remained, as mountains do.

 

 

— R., Jul 19, 2026

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Style/Type: Free verse

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The poem's central conceit—the mountain as an enduring speaker that weathers catastrophe and outlasts it—gives the piece a clear arc, moving from suffocation and destruction toward survival and return. That final line, "I remained, as mountains do," pays off the extended personification cleanly and earns the title, landing the poem on its steadiest ground.

The strongest imagery is concrete and sensory. "From afar you see the summit, / up close, the path you must trust disappears" captures a real perceptual truth about scale and distance, and it does the work quietly, without naming the emotion behind it. Similarly, "forests rose again from their silence" trusts the image to carry the meaning, which is where the poem is most persuasive.

Some of the middle stanzas lean on abstraction and received language in ways that dilute that power. "Once the Garden of Eden, / now a land claimed by Satan" reaches for a large, familiar opposition rather than a specific one, and because these references arrive fully formed they ask less of the reader than the fog and the disappearing path did. The same is true of "A hurricane of rage devours / every gentle thing that dared to exist," where "rage," "gentle," and "dared to exist" tell the reader how to feel rather than building the feeling from detail. One approach worth considering: replace at least one of these abstractions with a single observed particular—what specifically burned, what specific gentle thing the wind stripped away—and let that stand in for the larger claim.

A structural note: the fourth stanza shifts from the short broken lines of the earlier stanzas into a running prose block. If that change is deliberate—perhaps to signal the storm loosening and time flattening out—the effect could be sharpened by making the contrast even more pronounced. If it is not deliberate, restoring the line breaks would keep the visual rhythm consistent with the resolution the stanza describes, and would let phrases like "Fog thinned into memory" occupy their own line, where they can be felt.

Finally, the pronoun "her" in the third stanza introduces a figure ("Life") whose relationship to the mountain-speaker is worth clarifying. As written, it is not fully clear whether Life is separate from the speaker or an aspect of the same landscape, and a small adjustment could resolve that ambiguity in whichever direction serves the poem best.

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