Another Mountain
At last, at long last,
Another mountain wears my shadow,
Another cliff eroded in my wake,
Another bed of grime branded with my victorious print.
Goodness keep you up there, sun, for I have found you again!
Though I’m sure to keep you this time. Ha ha!
But, what is this?
A new mountain,
Another mountain whose shadow I wear,
whose burden I bear, despite the victory
I’ve left behind me.
Perhaps it continueth forever.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer forĀ The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.