my best


ive caught
the rope.
im climbing
the rope.
and though i cant go fast,
and though i sometimes need a break,
and though i let myself slip
when my body becomes too heavy,
i can see the end of my climb.

as i progress,
i see others let go,
and fall down down down
into the darkness
from which i came,

and to my left and to my right
i see the people i love
begin to slide.
begin to let go.
i see their hands are red
and their hearts do not admire
the rope
anymore.

and i only have two hands
and i only just climbed up
and i can see the end of my climb.
but i grab their hands.

and together we can climb.
and together we can fall.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem