By James Strauss

A depression it’s called,
The size of Grand Canyon.
Climbing a face on its wall,
Fights lost to those I’ve won.

The sun also rises,
The name of some movie.
My life dangling in sizes,
Unseen down below me.

I surge toward the top,
My mind in torn tatters.
What’s there when I stop,
Not that it matters.

I reach for the sky,
Not the depth of my woe.
I need a rope up on high,
Not the dangling below.

All’s going to be fine,
As I’m not yet done.
Warm yellow the color,
Of my rising sun.

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