Climb To Happy
I survived.
It was only a transformation after all.
Still, there are fragments of chaos inside -
I haven’t a grip on any of them.
You know what powerless means?
Fleeting promises within glass walls.
There is more to penance than
no privacy.
I can’t remember a sin.
Perhaps the pawning of
gold rings
Now, on a ladder
with rungs that wrap around me
welding themselves together,
conspiring against joy.
The world is a tunnel.
Am I banhammered from the sky?
I had a yard swing once,
a front row seat to an orchestra of crickets
and ice tea on the window sill.
Memories, they twist my mind
as much as falling.
Cloud formed hope,
droplets of little red candy
and I stumble on words of
disbelief.
I climb. Shouldn’t I climb?
I have changed so much already,
yet another precipice.
I can laugh this time-
after thrashing a bit.
I tied a rope
somewhere in the middle.
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