On The Rooftop Poem by yellowbell alamanda

I climbed through a wooden ladder
my legs were shaking
not use to do this
I'm an acrophobic
but i pushed myself throug top
and what a success
when I finally made it.

On the rooftop
te thin roof is squeaking
the slant is overwhelming
feels like I'll be rolling
at first my heart was beating so fast
my feet made an unsure steps
but then i was there
I have to face my fear
and enjoy the view from up there.

On the rooftop
I got my pencil and pad
I love the ambiance
I'm owning the calmness of the scenery
it's setting my mind for poetry
if given a chance
you can read this one day.

I breathe deeply and relax
savoring the moment of being free
I'm letting my self fly instead to astray
flowing my senses
til the emotions and freedom be in harmomy
and hope poets or not will appreciate
will, this is kind of fruit of boredome
that perfectly drives me to be randome.