Coming down from the mountain
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I realized that I hadn't been up all that far.
Rescuing what I could from the mess
Sorting and pitching, cleaning and destroying.
It felt wonderful compared to what I knew
Was only a few steps behind my back.
Turning to confront it I felt unequalable
Realizing only too late that I was defeated.
It comes down to a point of realization
That appears to be a misguided thought.
The freedom that was so long hoped for
Quickly descended into unreachable grounds.