Rock Climbing

By: Cristina Cornejo

 

As you look up at the mountains,

 Far in the distance,

You see a figure on the rocks,

Filled with resistance.

 

The rock feels like a toad,

All slippery and shiny,

Because of the rain from last night,

So she gets extra ready.

 

Keeping away the thoughts of pain and exhaustion,

Pulling herself up with the rock,

Making her way up with caution,

Reaching for the top.

 

The Sun mercilessly pouring its heat and light on her back,

And she dares not look down,

For the risk is too high,

That she might fall down.

 

The reeds crunch underneath her weight,

As she guides herself up the rock wall,

Every step up is another strain,

On an object within reach, large or small.

 

The clock is ticking,

As she moves up,

The tension increasing,

With every pull up!

 

She is almost there,

Every muscle straining,

To stretch and reach,

The object she is obtaining!

 

She is almost there,

She tries her best,

Reaching and lengthening,

To pass the test!

 

But her time is up

 The clock gave out,

And she walks down,

With a hint of a pout.