there’s always a point
where i make a choice.
i either run at the rockface,
clamber my way up
and descend on the other side
raw but triumphant
or I turn around
and find another way
unencumbered,
unharmed
and perhaps less content.
I can feel my feet now
they’re moving backwards
my hips are turning slowly
towards the open ground
and there are mountains
in the distance
but they’re far
so far,
it’ll be long before
I’ll have to think
about the climb,
again..
-sc
sheila sea 
For me, the best poetry uses the concrete to convey the universal…or at least the abstract. Thanks for this one that does.
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Aww, Jane.. that’s really cool to hear.. I agree with you completely but I’ve never felt like my writing is up to par. Your words mean a lot. 🙂
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You have some lovely pieces here. Just keep on…
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very good poem loved it
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