To the Top

I climbed to the top of a hill today;
the wind whipped my hair about my face,
bent the trees til they were at my knees
and it looked like chaos had begun.

On one side it seemed as if there was torment,
Dark clouds pregnant with rain
were ready to cause a torrential downpour,
I feared because it seemed there was no end.

On the opposite side, just down the way,
There was calm.
No wind rustled leaves stirred at my feet,
I might have had a glimpse of blue sky
far, far in the distance.

It is funny, you know, to think that we mirror
nature and Her contradictions.
Two selves were clashing together,
One resonant with pain and the other, peace.

It was were my mind was at,
This confusion of who I wanted to be
and what I wanted to show.
Like the two sides of the hill I had pain and peace,
And I kept turning and turning round,
Hoping for an answer in the weather.

I would like to be the sky,
Looking down at me spinning in circles,
Maybe then I would understand which way
to push myself, down one side or another.

I walked to the top of a hill today,
And realized I was climbing inside of myself,
To find the truth and understand my emotion,
But I am still lost in thought.