Sunday, June 22, 2014

There is hope

The poem is under the picture too, if it's hard to read!


There was a time when I stopped trying
When I felt that I refused to build the ladder again
I always fall down anyway 
The ladder falls to pieces, or my leg breaks

Every time I approached the surface of the black hole I'm in, something happened
I fell
Sometimes I was lying a long time with a concussion
Sometimes, I simply just refused 
I was tired of hurting myself

I fell again today
But this time I hung in the edge of the hole for a while
It was a little further to the ground
It still hurt just as much
I was sure I would give up again

But I was wrong
I'm not going to give up againthis time
Not yet anyway
I'll bite the bullet and start my way to the top again
And this time I'll try to hang on

Yes, it was further to the ground
But it also means that I was farther up
closer to the top
closer to life





























There was a time when I stopped trying
When I felt that I refused to build the ladder again
I always fall down anyway
The ladder falls to pieces, or my leg breaks

Every time I approached the surface of the black hole I'm in, something happened
I fell
Sometimes I was lying a long time with a concussion
Sometimes, I simply just refused
I was tired of hurting myself

I fell again today
But this time I hung in the edge of the hole for a while
It was a little further to the ground
It still hurt just as much
I was sure I would give up again

But I was wrong
I'm not going to give up againthis time
Not yet anyway
I'll bite the bullet and start my way to the top again
And this time I'll try to hang on

Yes, it was further to the ground
But it also means that I was farther up
closer to the top
closer to life

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