Can’t see the top
Wall of earth looming overhead
Against clear blue skies
The color of Caribbean waters
Cold, jagged edges stab at the sky
As I reach up to the next hold
I look up, scanning the jagged edges
Hoping to find some rest
Seeing only more hard cold surface
I pray sobbingly for an end
I search desperately for answers
But all I see is granite and stone
Each time I think
I glimpse the summit
I realize instead that
It's yet another chasm
Which I must conquer
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