Mountains: A Poem

The snow-capped mountains are calling my name,

The rivers reach out to purify shame,

The smoke rises from embers of my past,

Reminding me of failures, joys that won't last,

I jump across cliffs, ride over waterfalls,

Cling to rocks, into crevices I crawl,

Treacherous journeys are waiting for me,

But amongst the mountains, is where I must be.