Mountain

I swear it was a giant mountain 
You should have seen it
I mean, it was so huge and rocky and hard
Inhospitable, not at all nice looking, you know?
Some mountains look nice to climb
They’re inviting
But not this one
This one was gray and dull with lots of shards of stone, barely any trees 
I have bunions 
How do they expect me to climb that thing?
I kept asking and asking them, and I never got a single reply
In what universe would it be possible for me to make it up that mountain?
It’s unfair 
It’s not right
I just got so fed up
I talked about it with everyone because people need to know
It’s outrageous
The nerve 
Do these people actually think that people will want to climb a mountain like that? 
I mean, it’s ridiculous
They really oughtta do something about it
So after years of fighting with them, and fighting is being generous
I mean, they never even deigned to reply to my complaints
I finally just got tired of it 
There’s only so much you can take before you totally crack
And I decided that’s it 
I’m not going to stress about this dumb mountain 
A mountain that doesn’t even deserve the name of “mountain.” 
Some tall, depressing pile that ruins the view 
And you know what? That’s when they finally got back to me
I get a letter in the mail
No fancy letterhead, just a blank sheet of paper
No “to whom it may concern” 
No signature 
Just one measly line
And you know what it said, this plain excuse of a letter?
It said 
Ma’am, it’s not a mountain. It’s a molehill