To be ...

To be of life and all its ways

a chore only for the brave

standing on a precipice

far from a saviour’s reach.

And how the hardship of the climb

can deplete all human reserves

and leave one vulnerable

to the elements of nature.

It was in her nature, yes, you know

to look below and beneath

and yet the surface of a life

rises up to asphyxiate.     

She teeters on the edge of breath

sure that the last is bound to be

but in the manner of this life

air infiltrates and motivates.

And in the retrace she will find

not agony but clarity

and she will know, as you do too,

all things will cease to be ~

but the cliff, oh, yes, it’s still there

so all who climb will one day know

to simply walk back down again

without a shudder or a doubt!