Perspective

I tried to go around
then around again.
Here I go,
yet again.
Like a merry-go-round
vertical walls feel like no escape.
The other side.
Promise?
Perhaps.
I climb,
up high.
I see the bluest horizons on the other side.
Decided.
I kick upward,
powered by soul desire.
Determined to touch the other side
I shall wait no more
I climb.
Almost there
within my grasp.
A fresh smell once stagnant to the taste.
Empowered by firm will -
I climb.
I struggle.
I reach.
I can feel it within my grasp
strong, unyielding.
Here I am.
I climb.
Speak my name.
I am a survivor.
Struggle.
Climb.
Awake.
Climb.
Summit.
Reborn.