Reid@YWP

Are you happy? Are you sad? I am always wondering the mess of emotions that humans have. 

I clip my carabiner onto the hoop as I scale it, its icy breath blowing on my face. 

I climb on. 

I feel like retreating from a daunting task, the sky's disappointed pelting of ice discouraging me. 

Listening to the whispering breeze, 

I watch shadows engulf the trees. 

The moon is nowhere to be seen, 

As the stars start to flicker green, 

A giggle, a gurgle, a glimmer of light.

A whistle, a whisper, a wish in the night.

Runs faster than a falcon flies,

but smoother than the stones' skin.

Younger than the mountains embracing it,

My reflections stares at me,

The imperfections shooting to my consciousness,

My mind brimming with doubts,

Thoughts that break down my confidence.

I battle them deep down,

Trying to convince myself

she trudges along the icy uphill of the mountain,

her lips a frosty shade of blue,

her cheeks drained and colorless,

her eyes barely open,

her clothes covered in a thick blanket of snow.

a mist picks up and