The Climb

The Climb

by Carmen H Gray

 

I went there again

That cliff with the rocks jutting out

And others were still there

Perched on the rocks

As I pulled myself up

Saying to me, “Keep Going”

When I wanted to give up

But this time, a hooded woman

Smiled at me as she guided me to the top

I surveyed the world below

And she pushed me

Into mid-air

What kind of woman does that?

I felt the quickening of wings on my back

As I looked back

She turned around and her face

Had the familiar gentle curve

Of my own