on a narrow path
up the steep mountain.
death awaits on either side.
one misstep
and you're done.
down you go
into the rocks, the great
sea below.
so hold my hand.
grip hard. i won't let go.
we can get to the top
together
and when we do we
will see everything
more clearly,
we will know at last
where we need to go
from here.
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