And the crowd below gathered to jeer.
“Come back down, you fool!”
“Look at that rickety ladder. It can’t possibly support you.”
“Why can’t you be like other girls?”
She ignored them and kept climbing. Their mocking laughter eventually grew too faint to hear.
And while they strutted and sneered and profaned the Earth, she touched the moon.
Lovingly dedicated to those who keep ascending without a net, despite the occasional pang of fear and doubt, unshackled by the weight other others’ opinions or expectations.