Tuesday, 7 June 2016

The Mountaineer

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​The last 8 years have been tough, the accident, pain, loss of mobility and the job I loved and the plummet into the depths of despair was all made worse by the guilt associated with the effect it was having on those I loved.

Somewhere in all that darkness I found a spark, faith, that ray of light that gave me the strength to start climbing.

This poem is called the Mountaineer...

The Mountaineer

I hated the face in front of me,
the pallid complexion,
puffed up jowls
dark patches under vacant eyes,
that stale unwashed reek
of pain and self loathing
a weak and crumbling vestige.

I stared mercilessly
into its worthless soul,
glaring at the
epitome of everything I despised,
trying to find a merest hint
of strength, courage or drive.

As I searched those dead eyes
pitiful tears started to flow,
my hatred deepened.
I wanted to strike him across the face,
tell him to man up, grow a pair
but more than that;
I wanted to destroy
the sniveling wreck
that stared back at me;
from the mirror.

Deep within,
something fanned a dying ember,
it spluttered briefly,
faltered and dimmed
a mournful sigh breathed life,
made it glow and this time
it stuck.

Fire to fight fire
pain to fight pain
forget hatred, hang it up
put fear and anger aside
and trust, believe, know;
I can, I will
climb the hill.

Looking back down
I see a reflection in a lake,
a tall snow laden mountain
rugged and unyielding
and there, right at the top
a small black speck;
a man standing.

John Carré Buchanan
03 June 2016

8 comments:

  1. I love this very much.

    I have a dear friend going through some nasty cancer treatment right now.

    I would like to print this and give it to him if that's ok.

    Please let me know.

    Well done, good work.

    Ribs

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    1. Thanks Ribs, I am glad you liked it, please feel free to use it, I hope your friend's treatment goes well. All the best.

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    1. Hi, I'm glad you liked the poem, thanks for your kind comment, it was really appreciated.

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  3. Richard Fleming8 June 2016 at 20:51

    Unquestionably one of your very best, John. This poem has emerged from a very dark place into brilliant light. Congratulations!

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    1. Thank you for your kind comment, I am glad you liked it. Funny how sometimes the best poems take the least effort to write.

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  4. A powerful poem John, more poignant in the fact that i now understand your unfortunate position over the last few years. Extremely challenging for the driven man i knew from all those years back when we shaped our future. Always a little further.....

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    1. Thanks, I guess the key is that you just have to keep climbing, something we both have managed to do. Glad you liked the poem.

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