Grief untitled 8

Easy
Gray rock
Easy
Climb
She can do it
On her own
One hand
At a
Time
Easy
Her hand
Finds
Finds
The grip
Pulls up
Puts a foot in
Place
One foot
At
A
Time
Again
Reaching higher
For a rock
She doesn’t need help
To hold onto
Hold on
Pull up
Foot finds
A place
To rest
Easy
Pull up again
Grit digs into
Her hand
Sweat trickles down
Her neck
Easy
Stretch
Reach
For another
Hand hold
Foot slips
Just a
Slip
Easy
Pull up
The ground is
Far away
Get away from it
Pull
Pull
Up
No foot hold
Presents itself
Precariously
Hanging
Pull up
Going down
Will
Not
Happen
Only up
Pull up
Up
Up
Pull
Grit digging in
Dangling on a ledge
With no rope

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