When I come up slowly,

It's all too real.

I'm shaking and shivering,

Yet they want me to kneel.

For the first time today

I ran up the ladder,

It was quick but I shook, and

They still don't know the matter.

For years, it seems, I am

Standing up there alone,

And at every little movement,

I suppress a moan.

I think,

Though it's terrifying to fall,

That the anticipation is

The worst of all.