written by: Linda Imbler
I’ve climbed the towering heights of wind whipped trees,
each branch a seemingly ceaseless life suffered and lived.
Climbed crumbling steep stairs, narrow, rail-less,
every lift a courageous victory
over what strived to drag or cast me down.
Climbed out of an abysmal pit,
out of the cold, cloying clutch of the dark of condemnation
and into the warm, free embrace of merciful light,
as if my life depended on it.
Because it did.
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