I wonder sometimes,

how it is we find the passion,

the quiet release of a solid cry,

a rainstorm inside my mind,

the sort that when I imagine,

leaves no shelter beyond that

real tear.

I know that with the anxiety of a climb,

there is adrenaline,

a driving force that brings us quickly

to whatever height, plateau, however distant

our minds will allow ourselves beyond

physicality.

I know that there is a place where I can stand

alone

feel peace,

love