Faith Up High
I can breathe up here, on top of the mountain,
a new found hike,
its vertiginous peak small potatoes,
since faith was restored.
when my boot hit the top,
we'll make a go of it,
the nagging rush of pain
like novocaine wearing off, unlocked.
I'm erasing the past,
right off the blackboard of time,
quickly,
like the impatient high school teacher.
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