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upstairsfromreality) wrote2023-07-23 10:51 am
upstairsfromreality) wrote2023-07-23 10:51 am
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Falling in My Climb
The climb was the easy part. I was wet, frightened, recovering from a bad shock, and wearing the wrong shoes. Loose gravel slipped between my fingers on several occasions, threatening to destroy my grip and send me down into the whirlpool below. I had never trained in rock climbing before. If I fell, it would be no more than what I deserved.
In spite of all this, the climb was nothing compared to what came next. You came. You called me name again and again, and each time I longed to answer. Finally, I could bear it no more. Your name sprang to my lips, but I allowed my mind to call it back. I covered my mouth with my hand when I should have covered the mountains with my voice. I abandoned my best friend. I would surely be lost without my Boswell.
In spite of all this, the climb was nothing compared to what came next. You came. You called me name again and again, and each time I longed to answer. Finally, I could bear it no more. Your name sprang to my lips, but I allowed my mind to call it back. I covered my mouth with my hand when I should have covered the mountains with my voice. I abandoned my best friend. I would surely be lost without my Boswell.
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