I saw the mirrors with silver water, <br />and immediately, I thought: <br />I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it. <br />There must be another way up. <br /> <br />I tried to tell the Chief of the Mist <br />about my fear of heights. <br />He shouted and yelled, <br />I turned and squirmed. <br />This was soon to become a fight. <br /> <br />Jaguar came to help me <br />But it only made things worse. <br />The Indians came over me threateningly. <br />My head was about to burst. <br /> <br />Jaguar took out his magical flute, <br />To play a magical song. <br />When the Indians calmed down, <br />To the mystical sound, <br />Jaguar taught me to be strong.<br /><br />Monina Furigay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/climbing-fear-a-response-to-the-city-of-beasts-by-isabel-allende/
