Trapped By The Mountains Poem by March Nicks

The mountains rise like walls,
tall and unyielding,
their shadows stretch across the valley,
a heavy blanket that stifles the sun.
Each peak a sentinel, watching,
holding secrets in their crevices,
whispering of freedom just out of reach.

The roads wind like forgotten dreams,
narrow and twisting,
promising escape yet circling back
to familiar sights,
the same worn trails,
the same stories echoing in the air.

In the thick of the trees,
the air feels dense,
each breath a reminder of the weight,
the isolation that seeps into bones,
roots that sink deep into the soil,
binding her to this place,
even as her heart yearns for horizons.

Clouds gather, heavy with unspoken words,
a storm brewing in the distance,
the wind carries a longing,
a call to wander beyond the ridges,
to chase the horizon,
to feel the stretch of open spaces,
but the mountains hold her close,
their embrace both shelter and prison.

Evenings bring a quiet resignation,
the sky painted in hues of dusk,
a beauty that feels bittersweet,
the stars flickering like distant hopes,
reminding her of dreams untold,
as she stands at the window,
gazing at the peaks that cradle her fears.

Yet within the confines of this embrace,
a flicker of defiance ignites,
a whisper that perhaps,
within the tangled roots and rugged paths,
she can carve a way to belong,
to find freedom not in distance,
but in the strength to rise,
to redefine what it means to be here,
trapped yet alive,
searching for light between the mountains.