What're your feedback and thoughts?
Here's some backstory to the poem and some other stuff if you're interested, but if not just begin reading the bold text:
So a couple weeks ago I wrote something that I think I can call a poem. I would call it more of a free-verse or prose poem (could probably go either way, not really sure.) I've never really wrote a poem before besides like once or twice in like 7th grade lol, so I do not doubt it is awful compared to others. I also believe it is nothing special because I put little to no thought into this poem or story. Before writing this poem I actually was first writing in a journal entry. During that entry this poem idea came into my head and then I just began writing. I don't think I spent more than 30 minutes on it all yet as I look back on it I can see quite a few "hidden(?)" things in it that made me like it more.
Lastly, the little time I did put thought behind it was when I altered some text to fit the themes I was going for, so almost everything you notice and read were deliberately put there for a reason. Anyways, enough yapping about it lol, here is the poem I wrote:
Title: "My First Mountain"
I’m scared to reach the peak of this mountain that I can’t see over. And the fact I can’t see over it scares me so bad. Having ideas of what lies beyond doesn’t help either. I’ve known the hill below me all my life, some parts more than others, even. But soon I’ll be moving to the other side of this mountain as seen by the peak slowly being uncovered by the trees that once hid it.
So focused on the boulders and logs occupying the path in front of me all this journey and only now do I notice the peak coming through. What a shame, I could’ve prepared much more now knowing it went by so fast.
My lack of knowledge and fear of what lies ahead often occupy my mind, occasionally making my climb difficult, by trying to think of potentials that may be ahead. Most commonly, a drop I am unprepared for. What’s scarier than a big drop off a big mountain that you know nothing about? As far as I’m aware, nothing.
Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe it will be just another hill with an opposite slope; something easier to climb than the unfamiliarity of the cliff.
i hope you enjoyed it, I would really like to hear your thoughts on this. Not sure if I ever will write a poem again, but this one was kind of fun, so I just might.