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I climbed a tower,
With several hundred of my closest friends.
Fingers were stepped on,
Feelings were hurt,
Small household appliances were thrown.
Sometime,
During my climb,
I couldn�t breathe.
But, the ones ahead shouted
Encouragement,
Advice,
Like only the newly converted can.
A relay
Of promise brings me to where I
Am today.
At the tower�s peak,
My toe dances with the pebbles.
I look around.
So, now what?
Apparently,
Evidently,
Allegedly,
We�re supposed to take to the sky.
Fly.
Sigh.
Climbing sky is harder than
Climbing tower.
No one ever taught me how to.
Suddenly all my footsteps,
In which to follow,
Have disappeared.
It�s lonely at the top,
Particularly when the top so closely resembles the bottom.
The impatient wind bites at my ears.
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