The lift I take soaring through the air- next
I stand
Looking
Beyond
Reason
I'm at the top
I swallow my stomach and the fear goes with it
Now a deep breath and no excuse to turn back
I close my eyes, I feel safe
With what I can't see
The work is mind
I push off with my right
Poles in my hands
Two planks under my feet
My fear disipates as I pick up speed
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