Nah, I'm good.
"All downhill from here" Does not apply when scaling, Hanging by wire
By J.C. Embree7 months ago in Poets
The Earth hardens as We ascend its final peaks; Gravity's nightmare
Mere specks below, down Beneath the masterful ledge Remind my purpose
Even twin mountains Side-by-side, devout, will hush At the others' sigh
It took me no time To see icecaps, yet so long To scuff underneath
Retail-bound, ground-bound A peasant, but within the Mountain air, a God.
The mountains are mine When I'm up; but when I'm down They topple both sides
I shiver, tremble At my insignificance Except now, up here
I've always feared heights And yet atop the chilled stone Just cosmic wonder
Some people's mountains Are ambition or sheer scope Mine? Anxiety.
God's own desperate Attempt at glory serves more Than a Jung symbol
The campfire smoke Caresses our senses Much better on top
