Torn Scars Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Start at the face,
the main pivot point,
of the whole adventure,
the experience of a lifetime,
take one crack,
one step at a time,
secure a carabiner,
as the main support of this life,
this adventure,
up and up i go,
as if i belong in the sky,
i belong up top,
with the secure,
the ones walking on ground,
pushing and pulling,
to gain altitude,
to succeed at what i believe in,
i hope for, i wish,
higher and higher i get,
and yet i start to fall,
not noticing the slipping, i don't grab,
i don't hold the wall, the support,
as my rope is cut, from the device i trusted,
i cherished, i trusted, was always there for me,
i plummet, farther and farther down,
until i slam into the rocks,
severing my spinal cord,
scaring me for life! ! ! !