To Get Over It

It’s a wall I’d like to climb

Inside

Made of many rocks

My hands drip with sweat from all

the past internal attempts

I’m like, halfway up this time

I could stay hanging off this halfway ledge

And let the wind which cools me,

The clouds that block the harsh sunset,

And the unending detail of rock

Carry my soul narrower and narrower

Until I am focused here

And so escape into the middle

But in the back lurking tall

Leaning over longer,

With dread is that wall I’d like to climb

The fear that I will fall

Again or never scale another score of rock

Here, I lose my strength, and hope

As a sinking resignation washes over

Climbing I may plummet to the ground

Or reach the top

I am terrified of both

Slowly, with intent

I’ll try to learn every rock

They are what I touch

I have to come into contact

One by one with each rock

But, in a moment

The moon is soon rising and there is no light

To guide my coarse hands

I will drink from my canteen

I will lay against the wall

A snack is in my bag

I’ve got yet time to fall