My Mountain of Fear

I do not fear to fall,

like some of you all.

What I fear is to drift

to that comfortable cliff.

It lies in between

what I know I have seen.

To look up, I might yearn

when I do crash and burn.

To look down I may try,

when I do reach the sky.

Let me not want to rest,

never being my best.

The fall might be grand,

when I suddenly land.

To know I have tried

and then suddenly died.

To move forward I must

never let my will rust

If my hand does slip,

I'll cherish the trip

To then reach the ground,

without making a sound.

I'll redo the math,

I'll find a new path

When I do reach the sun,

in spite all that I've done.

My arms will be sore,

with muscles that tore.

Then I'll bask in the glow,

and from then on I'll know

It was worth the whole climb,

after all of this time,

Though I don't plan to stay,

I've carved my own way

though I will be cut, as all of the strands

I'll know that I've climbed it, with my own hands.