Climbing Fear-a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

I saw the mirrors with silver water, 
and immediately, I thought: 
I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it.
There must be another way up.
 
I tried to tell the Chief of the Mist
about my fear of heights.
He shouted and yelled, 
I turned and squirmed.
This was soon to become a fight.
 
Jaguar came to help me
But it only made things worse.
The Indians came over me threateningly.
My head was about to burst.
 
Jaguar took out his magical , 
To play a magical song.
When the Indians calmed down, 
To the mystical sound, 
Jaguar taught me to be strong.