Climbing, M. Mair, original art

Climbing, Margaret Mair, original art

He was cast down
With the falling dark
But now dawn brings
Glimmers of light
And in the shadows
He sees a cliff
That must be climbed,
With ropy roots
Offering dubious handholds
And crumbling rocks
Where fingers fumble
For cracks and holds,
Where feet scrabble
For openings to rest in
And ledges to push from.
Grasp, pull, cling;
He must not look down
In his aching ascent
From shadow to light.
He has no wings
Nor wind to lift him
Only breath and body
And wish and will
And fading strength.
He keeps his eyes
On the bright patch
That looks like heaven,
Reaching for the next hold,
Struggling to lift himself
Into a new day.

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair

2 responses to “Climb!

  1. Reblogged this on FightingisEasy and commented:
    Very awesome poem.

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