The peaks and valleys
Flattened on my only map
So cliffs surprise me
I climb for days, months
Then resting, my muscles burn
Healing will take weeks
If we are wounded
I do not know how deeply
Is it time we need?
Or balm, bandages
A promise we will stop what
Singes our resolve?
I draw up mountains
And gorges to match their height
Then freeze — halfway up
Think: do not let go
Then: you need to let this go
What if I let go?