~

There is a mountain

within me

An inheritance

that has now become a polished stone

nestled in flesh,

in blood rich organ

~

A nameless sadness, it nestles close

real as the moon’s rise,

born within

a pit in the stomach

a seed in the heart

~

“Take this strange sorrow from me. It is bottomless,” I cry

as I walk up and down

the mourning side of my mountain.

~

At the top of the mountain

I yodel like a fool…

sounds and sobs issue with spittle and tears

I send my voice out

until breathless

~

But not spent

~

In the quieting down

I understand this weight is a broken seam

that can not be healed

It is the rend in the garment

of the turning in and the turning away from.

~

This broken seam can only be mended

cauterized by the flame that burns

in an open heart

~

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Artist: Johan Christian Dahl  1821