I climbed mountains
and mountains
of tries....
and found myself
sliding down
with each step
But I kept reaching,
grabbing forward..
though
no grip sustained me
no ledge to
hang from
nothing to keep me up..
finally,
I just slid,
letting go of
every resistance to stay
and began to settle
in the richest darkness
of being alone
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