Acrophobia
(or maybe Basophobia/basiphobia)Its not a wide gulf. Though the fall is deep and bottomless. Hungry wolves prowl its dark depths. Maybe a vulture or two circle above. Its truly not a wide gulf. Just one final fast run, a gentle leap, and am on the other side. The promised land which is in sight. Maybe glory, maybe love, maybe peace.
Climbing the mountain I didnt hesitate. I slid many a time.Bumps, scratches and broken bones and spirit, no they didnt stop me. Here I am. A small gully and the beginning of the end of this phase of my journey.
I falter, I choke. Fear grabs my throat. Its ugly paws choking my breath. The gully looks like an ocean.
One last gasp. One leap. I do not care if I fall. Just the strength to try. I fall on my knees and plead with the maker. Courage is all I ask.....
-thus sprung the ganges through the locks of rudra..
