Where does my help come from?

so i sit here,
in front of an unfeeling screen.
a tear slips down my cheek,
and i wonder why.

another joins it,
i search inside trying to discern,
the reason.
i find an answer,
but i do not like it.

a web, i am trapped.
i twist and turn, but the strings only snare me more.
i am still.

an inward glance confirms my suspicions.
my eyes search outwards again.
i look to the mountains.

humbly,
quietly,
i lower myself before him.

my tired eyes search his face
warmth.
carefully i am shown my irrationality.
peace flows through my body.

i wipe the last tear away.
raising to my feet,
turning back to the mountains.
there is where my help comes from.

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