Hand over hand.
One foot, then the other.
Climbing this mountain
Of sorrow and grief.
Desperately trying
To reach its snowy peaks.
You start at the bottom.
Then work your way up.
There will be challenges
And trials
Along the way.
But if you can reach
The snowy peaks
Of blissful ignorance
You will find your path
Straight up to the clouds.
Beautifully complex
Yet seemingly simple
It flows from fingers and mouths
It flows from metal and wood
It floats on the breeze
Swaying the leaves in the trees
A bow on a string
Ya know
Sometimes I don’t think
That things will ever get better
Sometimes I don’t see
How they really could
But I’m not always like that
Sometimes I think
“Maybe someday”
“Maybe it will improve”
Hello
My name is Jaden
I am fifteen
And this is a poem
About me
About how I feel
Being a teenager
In 2025
Distance
Rain
Endless nights
With no end in sight
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