Brown Stone cliffs tower over                      me, but they do 
not over power me. They are                         but objects to 
challenge my strength and                         skill as I scale 
them to the heights of                                 my ability. 
Assured that they are no                           greater than I, 
there can be no defeat.                          My boldness is as
solid as the boulders                          upon which I stand.
Only the power of the                          ocean can wear them
away into grains of sand.

My shoulders and
arms are strong,
they can pull my
weight up inch by
inch and will not 
tire after hours
of labor.

My torso lean
and agile, it
can twist and
turn to follow
the curves and
bends of the
path toward 
the summit.

My hands and
fingers feel for
crevices.  They 
caress and stroke
them till they yield
a grip which leads
to my goal.

I've wrapped myself                                 in self-esteem and
confidence to make                               yet another conquest.
I have defeated the                              cliffs within my mind
before the climb is                             begun. They do not now
tower so high nor                               seem so powerful.  The
challenges which                                 lay before me in this
life have also                                 crumbled into grains of
sand.  Sand to be                                 washed away into the
ocean at my feet.