Today I felt like the crushing weight of stone on my shoulders was
beginning to shift.
Inch by inch, straining, pushing, with every ounce of strength I have
Using the power in my sinews and flesh, fueling the motion by the heat
from the volcanic inferno in my mind.
So today steps start to be taken, slowly and tentatively, turning into
Then running, sprinting until finally the leap across the chasm to
safety is made….
Beyond failsafe, no turning back now…. Red Alert, stay frosty….
The Ghost That Walks