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Sometimes it’s just the fingertips
in a nervous grip
hanging on by a rocky thread
clutching at the seams
before they crumble undone
or a clenched fist
filling a gap
creating handholds
where none wait
we climb without ceasing
when nothing remains
to hold
we create a new path
making our own trail
undeterred in the face of challenge – Caroline A. Slee