Poems from ChelseaECaron

The wall stands tall.   I prepare myself for the climb; strapping into the harness, glancing at my intended path.   Starting from the top;...
The wall stands tall.   I prepare myself for the climb; strapping into the harness, glancing at my intended path.   Starting from the top;...
The wall stands tall.   I prepare myself for the climb; strapping into the harness, glancing at my intended path.   Starting from the top;...