Imagine climbing a tree wrapped in thorns, receiving grazes and cuts, where the thorns are finding their way into already open wounds, making the cuts deeper, making the pain more severe, blood trickles down your face, narrowly escaping the optical cave, until finally a stream erodes a path that causes panic the instant that 1st drop causes the retina to panic.
At 150 miles per hour the eye’s neurological message is sent to the brain.
Heavens unzips it’s flies, but the tree’s mammoth tusks remain offensive, and so it remains, no salvation from the rain.
So you climb , and it hurts
You climb, but it hurts
You still climb, and it still hurts
You try to remain still, but the hurt won’t remain still
So rather than bleed in your stillness, the ascent is the scent that you follow
Like an unprecedented Ice age
Everything is numb, no physical pain, even the fear has no front or rear,
Becoming emotionally hollow
Still climbing, without the concern of tomorrow
No importance on the trends that the Greek goddess Medea wanted me to follow
Still climbing though
Where will this path lead, I don’t even know if I'm climbing up anymore, Is this still ascending
Is The mist of uncertainty a part of a Hero’s journey
Don’t feel like a hero right now, the smallest creatures that I can’t see are nibbling at my wounds
I'm not a carcass, although it don’t hurt me, I'm still numb, but my spirit won’t desert me
What the hell is that
I feel hot, does hell have bats
I still can’t see, but I can feel the light
Moisture soaking my skin and it’s proud, a compound of my own fluid, and the blood dripping from the clouds
I got the steadiest footing, I perpetuate the reach, only to find that my hand only can find nothingness
I lift my chin, the elements washing my bloody tears
I look around, beauty, in the middle of nowhere
How can no where feel so beautiful
Maybe because, it took the journey to nowhere, to realise,
I'm not the pain or the fear
I’m just HERE.