The Climb (Part I)

My heart races.

I keep my eyes to the sky,
scanning the steep mountain side
-the vertical ledge in which I seem to be approaching
in hopes of a sturdy place hold

The wind pounds through
the looming cliffs

My fingers dance,
clutching into a fist
The ache burns as I grip and release
Below me is a dark and vacant Hell

No room for error.

The jagged walls encircle me
Slick with the
Rain quietly falling into the background


Whispering words
of encouragement
                                or something like that

                                "Don't look down."

I continue to climb.
Heart beating out of my chest.

until I

lose my grip

and




the World
              holds her breath.