I can feel the chilly wind whipping my face,
My heart suddenly begins to race.
My oxygen tank is slowly running low,
But I know it’s enough to get me back home.
As I climb higher, I feel even more pleased,
This is something that few have achieved!
I feel special; I feel strong,
I know that this feeling will last oh-so long.
As I grip the last rock and step up onto the peak,
I start to feel excitement that makes my knees weak.
I look down at the small-looking land,
I feel so powerful and strong as I stand.
And I realize something as my grin grows wide,
I have gone far past my goal and I have survived.
I have made it to the top of the world; I have reached the peak of Everest.
I have achieved the feeling of Transcendence
Anyways, I wouldn’t have even been inspired to do this if it wasn’t for Grace’s awesome poem on her blog Pens and Castles on a Cloud! Your poem is AMAZING Grace!