Our Road

Life is a road

According to a lot of people.

But they like to talk about things like

The forks in the road (our decisions)

Or

The bumps on the road (little problems)

Or

What cars we share the road with (the people in our life)

What about our mountains? (our problems. the big ones.)

I am thinking about our mountains

I am thinking of every thing that keeps me up

Every night

For a week

I am thinking of being curled up

Muffled by my comforter

Anger burning my skin

I am thinking about the problems that I can’t even think about

Without my stomach hurting

I am thinking about our mountains,

How our road goes straight up and over them,

How sometimes we barely avoid them, getting rerouted at the last moment

And how so many times

We must face our mountains

Fear them

Hate them

Climb them

Consider them

And then,

Just maybe

Love them