Used To

I used to have mountain ranges inside my chest.
Now it’s smooth plain.

I used to think one day I’d learn to ski, then

I shattered an ankle on parking-lot ice.

I used to see myself in my mind’s eye
repelling sharp rock faces.
But instead I ran out of my shoe to save a cat
and fell and tore up my knee.

These days what I climb smiles back
with hazel eyes that see all the way into the center--

virgin prairie and waving grass so high

the girl I am now could get lost.

PROMPT: The first line--"I used to have mountain ranges inside my chest..."