Roseberry Topping
(July 2006)
The last time I stood here,
I did not stand at all:
I crouched, turning my back
On the view I’d come to see,
Fingernails seeking purchase
On scarred beige rocks.
This time, I stand proud,
Nervous still but upright,
Stray strands of hair
Whipping wildly in the wind
Like prayer flags in temples
Straddling the spine of the world.
My knees tremble, it’s true,
But it’s from the climb itself
And not the visceral terror
Of being so very high.
Ten years, near enough, gone by
Like days of sunshine,
And I’m older, stronger, wiser,
And much less afraid.
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being exhausted ,at least for me, is a great way to overcome fear.
resources are limited …must breathe ,breathe, breathe 🙂
very cool that you did that
thanks for sharing
🙂
It’s probably how I get through some days, just by being too exhausted to run away!
Awesome! I have a terrible fear of heights.
so do/did I. But it has lessened now. xx
One day, in my late thirties, I discovered a terrible and sudden fear of heights. The fear was a thief. It stole my invincible spirit that enjoyed seeing forever.
I will have to test it, but I believe its grip is somewhat lesser. I took friends to a look-out on top of a mountain and I don’t remember feeling fear. I was so determined to take photos of them that I may have distracted myself.
I know what you mean. I sometimes feel great fear in high places but I realised some is actual vertigo too.