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She’s running out of time
Glaring, staring straight up
She cannot see the top

She’s clawing with hands and feet
Knuckles bleeding, no retreat
Her last chance, stance defiant
Time to be self reliant

Nails ripping off her hands- desperate, terrified
Slipping down the rock, gravity and will collide
Desperation, resuscitation, running full tilt
She’s yelling, head down, full of mainly anger and guilt

Lunging toward the rock her neck snaps back
Broken bones and blood, so much, she’s lost track
Bloodied, muddied, staring straight up, no time for delay
With raw fist raised she screamed; “Mountain, move out of my way!”

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Fear of the Unknown

Contributed by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 8th August 2010 @ 09:28:45 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

Without a pick to climb
She’s running out of time
Glaring, staring straight up
She cannot see the top

She’s clawing with hands and feet
Knuckles bleeding, no retreat
Her last chance, stance defiant
Time to be self reliant

Nails ripping off her hands- desperate, terrified
Slipping down the rock, gravity and will collide
Desperation, resuscitation, running full tilt
She’s yelling, head down, full of mainly anger and guilt

Lunging toward the rock her neck snaps back
Broken bones and blood, so much, she’s lost track
Bloodied, muddied, staring straight up, no time for delay
With raw fist raised she screamed; “Mountain, move out of my way!”

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Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th August 2010 @ 12:48:11 PM AEST
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That's one brave woman!

-Phil

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by funmi on Monday, 9th August 2010 @ 03:59:59 AM AEST
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thi is moving and its very personal.. which is what makes it touching

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 9th August 2010 @ 07:21:54 PM AEST
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Yeesh, Scorp, "nails ripping off her hands"...that hurt just to read it.

I enjoyed the conviction of strength in this one. To be beat up, trodden, to be able to get back up again, resist falling into a fit of depression and giving up takes a lot of strength.

Moving past the mountain is only part of the struggle...having the will to want to probably takes more than just a physical state of being.

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Monday, 9th August 2010 @ 09:51:39 PM AEST
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descriptive and excellent

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Tuesday, 10th August 2010 @ 09:57:39 AM AEST
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This poem...that last line..gave me goosebumps (literally).
The whole time I was thinking like "The Ring" trying to climb
up a well, but you tricked me. Very good.

-Kara

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 11th August 2010 @ 05:08:37 PM AEST
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This is one powerful, deep,absorbing write.
my favorite lines,

Bloodied, muddied, staring straight up, no time for delay
With raw fist raised she screamed; “Mountain, move out of my way!”

Now that's what I'm talking about.
Jus move on outta my way!
blessings,
emy

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniellemarie on Saturday, 14th August 2010 @ 12:41:03 PM AEST
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THis is a beautiful poem describing ones pain and twisty roads in life.
-Daniellemarie-

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by GuyJular on Friday, 20th August 2010 @ 11:33:01 AM AEST
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Nice, descriptive, I like it

Re: Fear of the Unknown (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 10th May 2014 @ 01:39:59 PM AEST
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excellent images, style and flow, i sort of thought
someone was chasing her, but the end line was
great, a real survivor that one,

hugs n' love nessa

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