She is Adventure

There is wildfire

In her eyes

And ashes in her soul.

Volcanos rupture

When she sighs,

Her breath as hot as coal.

Although beams of starlight

From heaven

May shine down on her head,

Infrequently a

Mortal man

Can see her without dread.

When the bravest souls

Reach, perchance,

Her peaks of granite stone,

Sensations come

In variance,

But not that they're alone.

She is the spirit

Of the climb,

The personified thrill,

The lure of hikers,

Tick of Time,

The innate pow'r of will.

She has a home in

Everyone.

Boldness is her name.

But it is not just

Anyone

Who gets to play her game.

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Kimberlee Long, July 25, 2020 The Personification of the Thrill of Adventure