Turbulence

A poem I wrote when I was eleven or twelve.

Cliffs on either side

Backed against the hill

I can’t climb with stilts

Nowhere to go

But forward.

Heart hammering away

Lungs out of air

Nerves slowly being pulverized

Nothing to do

But fall.

Don’t want to see

Brave that brief shard of fear

That pierces my mind

But I have

To know.

Don’t want to breathe

The blueness of ice

Flooding my soul

But I will

To live.