On the Wall

Against the wall, breathing heavily, gripping the rocks.  Don't look down, it's too far down, you're on a rope, I have hope.

Fighting him every step and grip I have on the rock.  I see him laughing and it only makes me more determined to prove him wrong.

I hear his degrading insults in the back of my mind.  His taunts and jeers ring through my ears, and that only makes me want to fight harder.

I slip a bit and fall, the harness catches me, struck back to reality, I look up, he's there, laughing, "you can't do it"

With every climbing step I take, my anger grows stronger.  I am not the girl he says I am.