Im not sure if you can hear me
Not even fully believing youre there.

Every moment I can feel
Myself slipping.
The gravel shifts beneath my feet
As I stand on this,
My deserted mountain.
I'm climbing without a harness
Praying to the winds
That there will be a ledge
Just above me
Hoping that my next handhold
Doesn't give way.

I used to think
Back down in the valley
That I could do this alone.
I needed no one
To watch my ascent
In case I fell.

Mountains can be strangely
Deceiving from the base.

So if anyone is up there,
Ahead of me,
Throw me a rope.

My hands are slipping…