my worn fingers grasp the cold granite, stone wall
i can and i will climb this
my hand moves around the stone wall trying to find a hold
my foot lifts off the ground
and i find a crevice to put my sneaker clad foot in
the moss under the pads of my fingers is soft and squishy
reminding me of the sweet, summer grass
i climb
and i climb
eventually reaching the desired top
but then
i look down and realized
i was still in the same spot as before
for this wall was known to be impossible to climb
so why couldn't i reach the top?
the wall was self doubt
and many tire before reaching the dangerous height
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i don't really know what this is but, enjoy? i guess??
anyway
all the love
jessica :) xx
