Why do you climb here often?
Jagged edges do not easily soften.
You come to stare off into oblivion.
You come to kick at my foundation.

"Why me?" you screamed one visit.
"Why me?" I echoed up my summit.
I heard you, and it echoed.
I heard you, and I beckoned.

My walls are high for a reason.
And they are greener this season.
Moss dresses my deep scars.
Loss gave you new scars.

Why do you come here often?
Time heals and your face will soften.
You come to stare and kick and scream.
You come to climb and search and dream.

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