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Something for the Ski Mountaineers

Posted on: April 28, 2008

Clinging to that icy face

Toes and fingers, claws

Every cell in my body screaming

I know I have been here before

No dream, there is no escape

Instinct darkens my mind, must keep going

Watch that step

What awaits over that edge?

Over the top, legs shaking

In to the chute, no hesitation

Trembling energy keeps me turning

Like lightning through my body

Heart thundering, eyes clear

It's over now, but the calm roars

What's that?

I know I have been here before