The Mountain



As I take another step up,

the weight digs deeper into my shoulders.

I look back

and the base seems so far down.

I can hardly remember

the start of my trek.

I look up

and I see the sun shining brightly.

The icy peak

glistens in the light.

At this point,

the mountainside is so steep.

With each movement,

I have to pierce the rock even harder.

I’m tired

and the height is playing tricks with my mind.

I’m scared to lose my footing

and fall back to the bottom,

but, at the same time,

I can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop.

The grass of the flat plains

is a distant memory to me,

while I can clearly smell

the snowy top of this mountain.

I am too close

to not make it.

There is no way

I won’t make it.



About Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez

Born in Puerto Rico and raised in the mainland United States, I graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC) and am a 2016 VONA Voices Alumna. I currently perform spoken-word in the greater Washington D.C. area and have previously performed in Philadelphia, Miami, and the Dominican Republic. Most recently, I have been published in Public Pool, Spillwords, and The Acentos Review, and Here Comes Everyone: East & West Issue.

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