This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
The mountains build themselves from my feet softly
So gradual, I don’t feel the shifts of the rock
But only the sunshine I’ve grounded these feet in
Climbing to what is craved but unknown
The mystery inviting me,
Fear shying me away
But I’ve built these mountains myself
I’m ready for these feet to climb,
To find these peaks,
sprinkled with all that has brought me here
to myself