‘At These Heights’ | A Spoken Word Poem

The top, I stand, Breath heavy, Legs weakened, Hands chaffed, But I do not wait, For the sores to pass,   This peak has me numb, As I witness the way The clouds meet The sun meet The horizon. The way in which one breath, From my cracked lips soars across, Inspecting the land, Leaving … Continue reading ‘At These Heights’ | A Spoken Word Poem