I’m climbing ….
Every time I’m inches from the top …
I slip, and slide all the way down again.
I try different routes but each time …
I slip, and slide all the way down again.
Now my knees are gashed,
my nails …. torn off.
My finger are raw, almost to the bone.
The blisters on my feet, a permanent feature of my soul.
I can hardly stand but
still …. I keep climbing,
inching forward.
Walking when I can’t run,
crawling when I can’t walk,
creeping when I cant crawl,
…… wait ….
I’m almost there,
but once again ….
the edges turn to dust
in my hands,
in front of my eyes,
once again …..
in my hands again and I slide back down.
Well ….let’s try yet one more time.
Maybe, I didn’t creep long enough,
or crawl enough,
or cry enough,
or hurt enough,
No lets just keep trying.
Next time …..
just maybe …..
next time,
the blisters wont sting as much,
the gashes wont bleed as much,
the pain wont hurt as much,
the edges wont turn to dust
and maybe ….
just maybe ….
next time I wont slide down as much.