Climb, hold, climb

Long rough rope,
climb, hold, climb,
sore hands bleed,
restless body,
restless soul,
restless mind,
restless me.

Hands slip,
hands wound up,
look at them,
red they are.
Deep, passion, harsh.

But

Climb, hold, climb,
for when I’m there,
there I will be,
and who knows,
what will await me?

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