The View From the Top
I remember the first time I touched the
Granite with the intent to climb. I was
All strapped in and on belay. He was there,
Giving me breathing exercises, ha!
It's quite funny, he thought he was helping.
All I could see was me dying that day.
"Easy Like Sunday Morning." What a bitch.
I'm sure I was up there for three hours.
"Stay there as long as you like!" He smiled up,
"The view of your ass is great from down here."
Hatred ran straight through me, regret as well.
Turning around to scream some witty thing,
I stopped. I gasped. The sweaty hands, the cuts,
The bruises, the rope burn, were all worth it.
The view was even better from the top.
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