Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.

On the cusp of two worlds is where I feel my feet find traction.

The austere way in which I see myself leaves no room to adjust. I feel as if I have blocked my way.

When did they get so tall?

At times I can see from a birds-eye view all that I am, it’s a difficult but bestial picture of mistakes and victories. Paths crossing, diverting, and completely stopping.

A story being beautifully weaved.

It’s hard to say, but I haven’t always seen it that way. A time of turmoil turned the canvas of my life inky black, a dark abyss, absent of light.

If hope was light you could say I had neither.

Scratch, punch, gouge and kick. I crawled my way out of that pit.

To the tallest of peaks to see what I’d missed.

There is where I gained perspective. Every time I visit, it’s there I see the bigger picture of all that I AM.

Published by Nate Melugin

This is a creative outlet for me to get out the things that rattle around constantly in my mind.

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