Mountains

Sometimes, it seems that the problems before me are so immense.

No job, no career, no future.
No education, no life, no money.

It seems the word of the day is "no".

You have nothing. You are nothing.
Are they one and the same?

All these voices telling me who I am not.
You are not her, the girl with the job,
you are not him, the boy with the car,
you are not them, the people who have.

All these voices telling me I am a state of being.
You are disappointment.
You are undeserving.
You are ungrateful.
You are nothing.

Even nothing is something in a world where opposites define the current truth.

Right?

Sometimes, the problems before me are immense
but I choose to not believe so.
I am the mountain that came to Mohammed
but he is the one that has to traverse my distance shores.
He is the one who has to scale my rocky walls
and porous caverns,
and maybe in his journey he will realise that there is grandeur
in me after all.
Hidden, poor, broken,
but on what scale are all things judged anyway?