How to Leave the Mountains

Leaving is hard.
Harder than the granite cliffs,
harder than the pull of the mud in the swamps.
But the sky is not away;
they are still tethered to the broken mountains,
still tethered to the wails and the bays
of the things they knew they would be stuck behind.
The highest place in the stars only has the longest time to fall,
back down to the broken mountains,
To the mess that was left for us.

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