Rising

I stand here,

At the base of the cliff,

Looking up,

Wondering.

I tell myself I shouldn’t

But that doesn’t mean I won’t

Tell myself I shouldn’t want it,

But that doesn’t mean I don’t,

Too strong is the temptation,

Of the beauty of creation,

I crave the elevation

So in a moment of pure elation,

I climb,

Finding small footholds in the cool rock,

Rising ever higher,

Ascending.

I start rising up the cliffside,

I need to touch the sky,

I put my faith in narrow crevices,

Climbing quick and sure and high,

I know that  gravity is calling,

That every step could send me falling,

But I continue my ascension,

Power beyond my comprehension,

Adrenaline inside my head,

Heart pounding, I race ahead,

Until I reach the summit,

I stand here,

At the top of the cliff,

Looking down,

Smiling.

-SilentSymphonies

 

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