GORGE

Climbed up a mountain
the other day.
It was hot as hell,
and I kept telling Christian that I was scared.
But that wasn’t the right word.
I think I was mostly
in awe of myself.
I was in awe of the view,
the scenery,
the powerful heat.
And of my(.)self,
my heat.
My fear
was a front.
Why do I
make myself
feel small?
What for