Slipping

At the top of a peak,
I stand and I breathe.
The sun falls below,
My breath goes with.

I climbed hill and valley,
Survived day and night.
I bear marks of battle,
My face, my heart, my back.

I know the ground
Beneath my feet
Is solid and sure,
For I tread each inch.

My toes tested stone,
My legs studied, too.
This bore my weight,
I know of its strength.

At the top of a peak,
I find my reprieve.
My breaths follow slow,
And my feet fall with.


Written 4/18/17

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