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Getting back to myself,

It’s a tall order

Sloping miles above my head in loose handholds

That crumble to gravel at my touch,

Rolling under my feet sliding back

Further than I can crawl forward.

It hurts in scraped palms

And hearts of my own both beating

In and out of my chest.

My knees tremble at the eternity above my head.

But the view,

The sun unhindered by Earthly clouds,

The stars that I had lost sight of

Make this treacherous climb worth all the pain

Of one foolish enough to fall off the mountain the first time.

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Written by
TheraLance
F / Midgard
Published
Jun 19, 2020
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#falling#climbing#finding#losing#struggling#discovering#seeing#myself
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