ENDLESS REACH

Before a mountain stood a soul, Hands reaching for something greater. Beneath the weight of the earth, The soul trembled but never broke. The heart cried for meaning— But what is meaning but a lie We tell ourselves to keep from crumbling? Not an ordinary soul— A diva, not in glory but in suffering, Its wounds hidden beneath silken veils, As the world applauded the grace. For in suffering, one finds the strength to rise.