The air here is crisp,

and full of ‘what if’s’

I’m so close to the top

Of this mountainous cliff

A rock shift

A slight rift

A finger slip

And a confidence dip

I can’t hold on

I feel all wrong

All of a sudden my body is aching

Hands are cramping, and muscles are breaking

These are the last few breaths I’ll be taking

This lifetime

I am going to fall

All the way down

From the highest ledge of all

I slowly glance around

Nothing but rock above of me

Nothing but sea below

No way to survive that I see

No where to hide, no where to go

No.

I open my eyes, and stare down at my gear

This is where I belong, I feel safe here

I gaze above at this thing I will climb

And I know I am ready and now is the time

I take a breath and then two more

No longer fearful, I leap from the earth’s floor

Happily rising up in the sky

I feel like a bird, ready to fly

Cutting through clouds like a smooth, sharp knife

I am finally climbing this thing they call life