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;...