This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
between the sacred mountains
I find the path that brings me
to my chest
the sun is half-risen,
shining its light
onto the wake of the morning
where am I rooted?
where have my feet been
before they felt the grooves
of this soil?
the walk that has brought me here only reminds me
to dig my toes in
so I can begin to rise