Climb

entry six — scattered light, fractured grace: a quiet archive of light, loss, and what remains.

Uphill climbs don’t always look like mountains.

Sometimes they look like breathless pauses in the woods—

a slant of green light through canopy, and a silence that steadies you just long enough to keep going.

Some paths don’t warn you how steep they truly are.

But, with a little faith and grit, grace still finds you mid-climb.

Not lost, just learning how to breathe on the incline.

Every root you trip over, a lesson not yet learned.

Every step upward revises the story the bottom once told.

A new perspective in the making—

fluid and becoming in the shelter of the trees, and at the top…

…found.