Susan Ziehl

Susan is who I am.

I lie low in the valley, misty blankets covering
the body I am.

Dim light, dank smells lurk there,
where I am.

Burrowing beneath, you can look there for
the many I am.

Crevices of anxiety and triumph mark
the person I am.

Thickly crusted veneer hides
what I am.

Unfathomable, like secret tunnels leading to
who I am.

The mountain is me
I am the mountain.

Susan is who I am.

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