When I was younger
I loved climbing trees.
I wanted to see the world from up high
Without being seen by anyone else.
I would scrape my hands
And slip on occasion,
But remain determined to reach the top.
The branch gave way, once
I hit the ground with a thud
And began to cry.
I didn’t try to climb again.
Now I look up at the tree.
It has been so long since I tried to climb it.
Now I wonder
How it would feel
To climb up high
And let go.