rock wall

You strap on the harness, and I try to relax.

You clap chalk onto your hands, and I close my eyes even tighter.

You gaze up at the wall, then your eyes slowly travel down wards as I become stone cold,

rigid,

lifeless.

You’re mind is racing with wet thoughts,

thoughts your mother would cry at if only she knew.

**********

You ring the bell at the top, and all you feel is glee

as you’ve conquered

another wall.

The obstacles are easier for you now.

You gain more practice, and lose respect for that wonderful feeling of reaching to the top.