Climbing the Silo

The first time was so innocent

And made the most sense

For I climbed hand over hand,

Foot over foot, up to the top

Of a silver sided silo, from

The bottom I went up. Up.

As I neared the top rung,

My feet sturdy, solid,

I held on so tightly with

fingers clenched, so fierce

and finally found what

I sought, At the top. The top.

13 years, only thirteen and

The instinct to survive bound

Me to that ladder with the glue

Of a promise, that above me

The stars blinked and winked and

 showed me there is more to be found

if I didn’t crash to the ground.