To sit on top of a Table
Standing there above the city, towering over the streets
There is a table that is awe inspiring
That stands for beauty but also of fears
And will provoke different emotions for everyone who tries to climb on top of it.
I was daunted even before I caught sight.
I knew my challenge was to get to the top, but I somehow thought
There might be an easy route - there is a cable car
But alas, I wasn’t allow to use the electronic way.
It was love and hate at first sight
The beautiful Table Mountain stands proud in my beloved Cape Town
To see her had taken the biggest journey of my life
Climbing her would be another story all together.
From the first ten minutes, I knew she wasn’t going to be kind
Was I fit enough - yes but I wasn’t tall enough.
I scramble up the rocks like a tin robot trying to stay on dry land.
The sun beating down in harmony with my heart beat.
Everything about me was put to test - all my demons, all my angels
Had to work together to keep myself going up.
I knew I had to work in short minutes as the hours went by
I had to let go and embrace all my fears if I was going to survive.
At points I couldn’t even look behind me, I knew why -
Everything before Table Mountain pointed to the girl who couldn’t do this.
And everything in front was the life I had only dare to dream on raining days.
And in my hearts were the faces of friends cheering me on - the ones who never doubted.
Their belief filled my muscles with strength, my head with determination.
And together with the help and a hand of a beautiful stranger
I climbed my mountain, leaving demons behind, with my three up, two up routine.
I stood at the top and realise there was no going back to the girl I used to be.
What do you do when you get to sit on top of the Table - I drank Redbush Tea
And ate home made sandwiches under the protection of a tree
A unforgettable picnic in the most beautiful place in the world.
And then, of course, we had to climb back down.
Julia Boxer, 26-05-08

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