Lift your head
See the jagged rocks above
Take a deep breath
Start the climb again
Take each step with care
Every breath a burden
Pebbles in your pack
Heavier with every stride
The land gives way
Beneath your feet
You slip, you slide
Hold in the screams of blinding pain
So others do not feel the same
Cry silent tears
Hope they do not stain
Sliding rocks jab and scrape
Your fingers reach for an escape
You hit a ledge
Blood flowing crimson
Hold with all your might
Rocks rush passed
Hoping to crush you beneath your weight
You gasp and swing freely
Your fingers ache
You close your eyes
An inch at a time
You start to climb
Your will alone pulling you up
The earth settles above
You sit upon the ledge
The desolate view
stirring your thoughts
How easy it would be
To fall to the depths
How peaceful that darkness
Just one step
Your arms would open wide
Your muscles finally relaxed
How easy it would be
To accept that peace
Yet you stand
You turn around
Lift your head
See the jagged rocks above
Add a pebble to the pack
Hoist it on your back
Take a deep breath
Start the climb again
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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