“The Climb” is a poem I wrote many years ago. As I go through my past writings it is obvious that the the feelings I was dealing with are REAL. During the discovery of my biological father and family (which will continue to be ongoing) I look back and the raw emotions that some days enveloped me are now so obvious. Enjoy!
The Climb
What is in my way?
A bump in the road throws me off balance
Struggling to stay upright
I hit my head, skin my shins, stumble forward and upright myself once more
Only to trip again
What is in my way?
I do not fall to my knees
I do not crater
Nor do I let the Earth envelope me
For I know it would spit me right back out
Back on my feet, just like a cat
No matter how far the drop
What is in my way?
I look down and see my own hands
Outstretched
Grasping
Holding
Seizing
My feet, my legs, my Soul
Afraid to let go for fear of falling or failing
I gently release my entwined fingers
Assuring myself that all will be fine
And that to fail is better than never trying to climb at all