I hold myself away from the adventure
of life. It is a roller coaster. I am poised
at the drop. Here I am at my highest
height gazing at maybe the lowest
low. I resist the ride, hold my breath,
squeeze my eyes shut. I will drop
anyway. I will fall. And I will click
my way back up, dragging and
dragged back to the tippiest top.
There, I will see how far there is to fall
again. And, again, I will look
at the peaks pointing
like so many fingers. Every Hell
is another promised trip to Heaven.
Every fall is a new chance
to climb. And every climb,
there is me, scaling
that mountain. Strong, strong,
stronger.
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