Nothing extraordinary.
Nothing spectacular.
Just average.
But one day,
This girl was lifted to the top of the world.
She was as happier than she thought possible
And felt she could do anything.
But one day, even though she wasn't in Sparta,
She was kicked ferociously from her perch
Above the world.
She hit the ground hard.
Shattered into million pieces of bone,
She wondered if she would ever heal.
As time went on, the girl found she was slowly becoming fixed.
She found a mountain nearby and began to climb.
At first it was very very hard for the girl.
She didn't believe she would ever reach the top, despite her efforts.
A long while later,
She realized she was had reached the top.
She was at the top and hadn't noticed she had been there for a few days.
She was over come with joy at her victory.
This mountain wasn't as tall as her previous,
But it was still a pleasant home to her.
She had a beautiful view and everything was pieceful.
But the mountain had a cliff.
She was always very cautious of the steep edge.
Hardly ever came close to it by choice.
It typically wasn't a problem.
But she still always feared it.
Slowly, she feared it less and less.
Even allowed her self to get a little closer to to its edge.
She reached a point of full acceptance of the cliff,
But she was always the slightest bit wary.
Like a skilled carpenter being cautious with his saw.
No fear, just caution.
But one night in her sleep,
Her dreams made her get closer to the cliff.
She awoke with her ankles on the edge, feet dangling,
And very much fightened.
That day she spent as far away from the cliff as she could.
But again, she awoke with nothing between her feet and the bottom of the cliff
But air.
After a few more nights of waking up like this,
She decided to not go to sleep.
She stayed up distracting herself with flowers and books and her friends.
But noon the next day she was exhausted, so she took a nap.
She awoke right where she fell asleep:
Safe and away from the cliff.
From then on, she didn't wake up on the cliff's edge.
It didn't concern the girl anymore.
She never even thought about it.
But one day, she was reminded.
What she would see in her dreams as she inched towards danger,
Flashed through her mind.
She was shaken, but didn't even consider having the dream again.
That night, she had the dream.
She awoke with her knees on the edge, and her calfs dangling.
More scared than before, she wondered what was happening to her.
The next morning she discovered that her entire legs her hanging.
The next, her hips.
The next, her stomach.
The next, her chest.
The next, her head, with only her arms keeping her from falling.
The next morning, she was completely on the cliff,
With her hands grippings two rocks that jutted out.
She pulled her stomach back onto the mountain,
But she couldn't get her hips and legs up.
She fell asleep like that, half way hanging.
She found the next morning, that she was even farther down
Than she had been the previous morn.
Too afraid to climb up,
And certain she would die if she let go,
She stayed there clinging to the face of the cliff,
Terrified.
Every morning she would awake to being farther down.
Soon she wont be able to see the edge of the cliff.
Only a sheet of rock.
She is beginning to be able to see the ground, lined with jagged rocks.
Everyday, she cries, she wishes for her mountain top, and clings to cliff,
Horriffied to discover what her dreams bring next.
(Sorry guys, i know this one's crappy.)
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