the wild climb

the climb
is never straight, never planned,
never smooth enough to prevent a fall

and fall, you did
into the abyss of infatuation
tripping over your two left feet into a crevice of despair
and getting trapped, watching the seasons change above you
fourteen times

you reprimand yourself for ignoring that whisper in your right ear
on the first night you fell
“if you dare to climb
know the journey will not be taken without bruises,
my love,
nor broken limbs and vertigo”
but you thought you were too smart for this folly
you declared you were beyond the wisdom
to wonder if it’s all just a bit too crazy,
even for you and your wireframe heart