Fear of Heights

It starts as a tingle where thigh meets groin,

climbs red and pulsing until it reaches my belly,

and is quickly subsumed in waves of nausea.

 

I fight it,

walking across St. John's, Brooklyn, the Golden Gate.

Heart pounding on the Empire state's observation deck,

conversing with snails on the bell tower of Sagrada Familia,

climbing eight hundred ninety-eight steps to the

top of the Washington Monument.

Why, just today, I scuttled after two grandsons

up and down five decks of the USS Kidd.

 

But I can't escape it.

Always a strong and heavy hand pushes my back,

daring me to fall,

promising I can fly.

Notes: 

ReadWritePoem Prompt: Day Three

Write about something that scares you. It could be tarantulas or your significant other cheating on you or an existential fear of the unknown so long as it unsettles you. Describe it in the most vivid language possible!