Step by step, heart pumping in unusal melodic pattern..
Sweat beads draining down her face, salt--stinging her eyes,
Fuck, blurred vision..cannot see.
She makes her way up the mountainside,
Remembering to not lose sight of those boots in front of her-
And to never look up.
She draws a beautiful parallel between her job and the "fire in her mind."
Falling down and getting back up is all she knows.
Fucked up, yet thoughts of color flower deeply, sinking deep.
Insanity outside prevails, yet she feels the enigma of peace--
Her mind..quiet for once.
She knows if she were to remain prostrate,
The fight would end.
An inner madness fuels the fire within her, gets her up the hill.
This mind won't win the war, the hill won't kick her ass.
The victory is yours Oh Lord!
This battle has already been won..
She has reached the top, refreshing air and smoke in one--
The best of both worlds, unscathed, she continues.
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Cool! I'm curious what this was about more specifically, but it was SO visual and sensory. I could see the mountain, smoke, boots, sweat beads. Can't wait to talk Wednesday night. Love you!
I can picture this one well, Deidre! I like the analogy of climbing as literal and respresenting what is happening in your mind.
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