I'm going to winch my own
self up and out of here. I'm
going to get to the safety of
higher ground--real higher
ground--and I'm going to get
myself so far removed from
you and this situation.
When the years pass and
someone brings it up, I'll
probably first look at them
in blankness before the swirl
of memories comes back in
like powdered snow and
pieces of ice.
And then I'll remember, and
perhaps laugh as I say, "Yeah,
that was a long time ago; what
about it?" and maybe the person
will ask for some kind of perspective,
some advice, quite similar to
the way I would always seek yours
out. But instead, the tables would
be turned, and I won't make this
person feel like their perspective
or life is tiny or small the way you
did to mine. Unless of course, they
request it small, then small it is.
But I will not crush out their hopes
and dreams like you.
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SUMMIT
PoetryHello there, ambitious climber. Welcome to this prose-poetry chapbook called "SUMMIT". This prose-poetry chapbook explores decision making in high-stakes situations, immense loss and grief, and choosing to reach the summit in spite of all the obstac...
