Unroped Poem by Donna Dolorical

I let go and clamber back up,
Ready to tread once more-
this time by foot.

I fail.
I fall.

Over and over I try,
Only to fall yet again
Ending up by hand, pendent.

I hang here now
vulnerable, weak.
Exhausted by futility.

And I gaze at the tumultuous waters below.
Unbridled, yes
and yet, crystalline.

I can feel fear
Of its depths
Of the unknown
Of drowning in the deep unknown!


Unbidden though, I recall
The invigorating cold
Accompanying every plunge

A refreshing mitigation
For my weary soul
For my wearied hands

The deep unknown beckons to me.
I am drawn despite my fears.
Constantly dreading, distantly yearning-utter irony!