i cast my eyes upward
beaten about by disdain and neglect
not unlike
harsh november waves
off of cold Nantucket shores
my limbs are sore enough
to make me wonder how
i keep from collapsing
and beyond
the cliffs of rough hewn fear
is what i'm fighting for
i understand
its not only courage
but the recklessness
doubt doesn't stand behind
that i will need along with scarred hands
to climb.
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