Reaching, pulling..always<\/p>\n
pushing myself to go farther, but never getting anywhere.<\/p>\n
I am climbing this ladder, Continuously all night<\/p>\n
The moon, so bold, it’s full tonight I cannot<\/p>\n
Stop! I say to myself<\/p>\n
But I can’t…Why am I doing this?<\/p>\n
Is it for glory, this journey I am climbing?<\/p>\n
Fame never interested<\/p>\n
Someone like me, who always knew brains<\/p>\n
Took you places and allowed you to<\/p>\n
Meet people, that beauty never could<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am reaching over the debris of<\/p>\n
Forgotten dreams and painful memories…<\/p>\n
Though Panic grabs a hold of my legs<\/p>\n
In the form of self-doubt and people<\/p>\n
Telling me that I can’t do it<\/p>\n
I won’t keep reaching<\/p>\n
For the sky…<\/p>\n
I’m pushing myself past my limits, working<\/p>\n
My body, my mind, my spirit<\/p>\n
Like I’ve never done before!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This fucking ladder, it won’t end, it’s<\/p>\n
3 am and still I’m climbing I know I’m sleepin’<\/p>\n
But I can’t stop reachin’, for the next bar, and the next<\/p>\n
And the next…I can feel my heart<\/p>\n
Pounding against my breastbone, I am<\/p>\n
Not going to make it.<\/p>\n
I looked down by accident, what the hell was I thinking?<\/p>\n
I had broken free of the haters, conquered my<\/p>\n
self-doubt..or so I thought.<\/p>\n
And then, I looked down.<\/p>\n
I can see the broken liquor bottles<\/p>\n
On the sand by the Lake down below<\/p>\n
I’ve come so far from where I started<\/p>\n
And now, it frightens me<\/p>\n
To see how far I’ve come.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Heights never bothered me before,<\/p>\n
So I’m unsure why they are starting now<\/p>\n
That it is my own past trials and tribulations<\/p>\n
I stare down at that want to spark fear in me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I look away from my down below, from my past and<\/p>\n
Take a deep breath. I focus on what is<\/p>\n
In front of me, I can smell the sweet rust of the iron<\/p>\n
Nearly taste the bitter salty sea air<\/p>\n
And feel the cold of the ladder<\/p>\n
Under my numb hands…<\/p>\n
I say the prayer that has gotten me through times<\/p>\n
Worse than this, “The Lord is My Shepherd, I<\/p>\n
Shall not want” and suddenly, my purpose becomes clear again.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I keep pulling, keep reaching, and suddenly…YES!<\/p>\n
I’ve made it! My fingers touch thick leaves<\/p>\n
I pull myself into a grove of trees<\/p>\n
Filled with every fruit imaginable and<\/p>\n
Some never before seen.<\/p>\n
There is a golden light, I<\/p>\n
Cannot see its source, but<\/p>\n
It bathes me and every living creature around me<\/p>\n
Butterflies settle on my nose and on my back<\/p>\n
My grandmother waves to me from the pond side<\/p>\n
Where she soaks her feet in the still water there.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I take one delectable-looking fruit from the tree nearest me,<\/p>\n
Look at the God in heaven for permission first.<\/p>\n
He nods His approval, and I take a bite.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
No, it was not from the Tree of Knowledge<\/p>\n
As I’ve never been here before so I am unsure what<\/p>\n
Any of these trees are supposed to symbolize.<\/p>\n
But later I find out that it’s from<\/p>\n
The\u00a0Tree of Triumph..He’s seen me struggle and overcome<\/p>\n
And He is telling me<\/p>\n
To rest easy. Now and Always.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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