The Mountain

I fought and I grappled, with a mountain in sight,

Pushed through the shadows and stood up to the fight.

At times, it grew taller, like a mountain ahead,

Unyielding and daunting, my courage near dead.

I pressed on regardless, but gained little ground,

Till the truth dawned within, a new wisdom found:

The mountain I climbed wasn't carved out of stone—

It rose from my fears and doubts I had grown.

Any mountain can crumble, when the heart finds its might,

And from the ashes I rose, to reach new heights.