i did not just climb a wall.
i climbed a moment.
a shaking, uncertain moment
caught between fear and ascent.
my breath trembled,
my limbs screamed,
but i moved anyway.
that wall didn’t test my strength
it revealed it.
the fall never came.
i rose.
and when i reached the top,
it wasn’t just the height that shook me.
it was the knowing:
“something has changed.”
i didn’t just unlock a new skill.
i unlocked access
to places in me i didn’t know i could reach
not just forward, but behind.
i’ve found a door i can return through.
i’ve felt the joy of motion,
the glory of effort,
and the quiet magic of doing it with someone who gets it.
i was higher than the wall.
and i’m not coming back down the same.