The world below's a distant haze.
Forgotten paths that once were clear
Now swallowed by the endless maze,
Of stone and sky; so cold. Severe.

Each step a test of heart and bone -
Doubts echo round the jagged lines.
A battle wrought in flesh and stone
Where fear and strength congeal. Entwine.

With quiet breath I lead the ledge.
A fragile truth in granite's found
As fingertips cling to the edge
And lifts a soul no longer bound.

My heart is lifted as I send.
My demons to a passing end.