the rose vine – “Mountains”


My feet dangle above the earth

my hair blows in the wind.

I can see for what feels like miles away.

My heart skips a beat as I look below

but I feel safe.


His shoulders felt like mountains to climb

and I did. As often as he would allow.

When my short legs got tired on the long walk home.

When I needed a better view of what lied ahead.

Until I got too big and he got too old.


Time passes and I help him to bed and get him his lunch

The days I sat on those mountains now long gone.

The days I felt as high as the eagles we sought.

And then he’s gone.

Mountains buried six feet underground.


And part of my childhood dies with him.

I am no longer the little girl 

who could forget her troubles on her papa’s shoulders.

I am grown, or so it appears. I stand alone, 

my mile-long view replaced with a blurry haze.


Sorrow fills every inch of my feeble body

and I know I would give everything 

to climb those mountains once again,

to just feel safe in the world again,

to get back the peace that died with him.


Ezra Rose (she/ they)

Hi, my name is Ezra Rose, I am gender fluid and nonbinary and my pronouns are primarily she/ they. I write a lot of poetry about my experiences and observations. I'm also a huge Joshua Jennifer Espinoza fan, and I would wholeheartedly recommend her poetry if you are interested in trans and nonbinary poets who have much more experience than me.

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