269: Fear of Heights

This is an admission:

I have no fear of heights.

Standing on a peak

does not make my head swivel

or my knees tremble.

Standing on a castle wall

does not make me feel

like I will plunge.

Like any cautious person

I stay away from the edge.

But no overwhelming fear

mars the marvel of the view.

Once I am up there,

I have no fear.

It is the process that is frightening.

The slow steps towards the top

as winds shake the construction,

metal and wood bending and swaying,

threatening to shake me off.

The slow descent, the construction

still shaking, and the ground

a long fall off.

I have no fear of heights.

But I am terrified of falling.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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