SaraYou got an elegy
when you needed an ode
The age on your most breathtaking features
I was built for heartbreak
I was built to absorb woes
To feed soul
To see potential
And have it
disappoint me
Shout! I made it out
And I’ve seen the world
Reached the age
where I sometimes wonder
If I could find content coming back
to the hilly Appalachian home
Or if this perseverance
keeps me going
Your quiet mountains, humble
My quiet insides, rumble
S. L. Cottle