The Climb II

Wind  stings ray
Eyes  with water
Flung; the torrents
Slap my  skin
Hands  wet and
Numb   I clutch my
Lantern still-lit
Despite the thrumming
Rain and wind
Against its grimed glass.

I climb fast
And  breathless
Against the push, the struggle
Keeps  me vertical and going,
This blinking and setting
Of  eyes at a tall target
Etched  in black against
Such  bleak sky but
Once  there the valley will
Open  below like arms flung wide.
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