The glacial blue of frozen thoughts
avalanche down my landscaped dreams;
ice-sliver spires tower into the air
piercing the sky and inciting rain.
This deluge stings the naked skin,
brings forth a birthing cry of pain.
Fear has no place here,
here where death is to remain the same.
Courage charges up the slope
and leaps joyously into the void.
Here is where creation lives,
here is where my spirit flies.
The risk of falling is the secret spell;
it’s falling that lets my wings take flight.