August 24, 2015

Steady Footing

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Steady Footing

My foot stumbled,
caught the rocks
between my toes
and bent me back,
spine arched,
apt to atrophy.
A steel hand caught
my tumbling body
and stood me straight
against the wind.
He moved me up
across the mountain,
held me harnessed
high above.
My legs latched deeply
into firm ground,
poised to rise,
no longer prone to fall.

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