dense with Grief:

Rain slithers toward me.

 

my eyes,

staring above,

fall to fatigue.

 

consumed with Doubt:

Wind screams past me.

 

my fingertips,

clenching the edge,

lose their strength.

 

embraced with Youth:

Fire cradles me.

 

my body,

greeting each crevice,

begins to decay.

 

enclosed with Apathy:

Rock shatters around me.

 

yet,

once again,

I

 

stand up,

grab on,

climb up,

and hold on.