The possibility of a loose rock.
The fear. The fear of the grip.
Which you couldn't get.
That fear of loss of the ground beneath.
That which drags you down,
Gravity, she wont give up.
She wont, and you know it.
For the higher you get,
Greater her pull. For now, you cant,
You cant look down,
The heart sinks,
The higher you get, the greater her pull.
Each step takes you further up.
The heart beats faster,
You know it's coming. You rest.
You hold on.
You call out.
You are alone.
You wont fall you reassure the self.
Hands tremble. And boom.
You are sliding.
That feeling. Of a free fall. Of desperation
Beyond your self.
That desperate scramble to hold on.
Until it sinks in. Let it all pass. And it wont.
Not it wont pass.