I feel nauseous like I'm going
to throw up, but I have such a
strong stomach that it won't
happen.But I have to let it go, the stress,
the fear, the worry. It does nothing
for me here. I need to have clear
thoughts, no matter how anyone
is reacting. I am steady, and I am
calm. My hand knows their proper
placement, and my feet find their
footholds.
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SUMMIT
PoetryHello there, ambitious climber. Welcome to this prose-poetry chapbook called "SUMMIT". This prose-poetry chapbook explores decision making in high-stakes situations, immense loss and grief, and choosing to reach the summit in spite of all the obstac...