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The Rock

I feel that my mistakes have labeled me for life

The risks are high, but never impossible

I lose oxygen in the outer reaches of these choices

With no regrets except one

 

A mountain I cannot scale stands before me

I've climbed it so many times before

My hands are callused with my repeat failures 

And yet, I continue to climb

With every pore on my body dripping sweat I continue my venture 

only to hit the peak and fall again

 

I find myself wanting to quit this time

I look at the stubborn rock without laying a hand upon it

I think of every route I can take

Every dangerous leap, every step, but it all means nothing

Because for the first time... I feel something

 

I Feel Fear

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matthew-christopher-muniz
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Oct 17, 2012
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