The Climb
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Its familiar here in the mire
I feel the cold muck seeping into my shoes
I am glad of the dark, relieved to be blinded
To the cold and slippery walls that encase me
My fingers search out a strong hold
Amongst the sludge
My palm finds something sharp and wicked
I feel the warm blood
Trickle down my wrist
I take a breath and try a different path
I pull myself up, my feet make a sucking sound
As I leave the dank earth of this place
Fingers slip, grasping at my ankles
The slime of their creation leaves them
Impotent
Up the wall I climb, hand over hand
Powered by my sweet, sweet
Lying smile
I can see the promise of moonlight above
I drop my guard and drive
My kneecap into an outcropping
The pain as I analyze it, halts my ascent
A single tear in my right eye
Consciously blinked and dismissed
I focus on the light and let it fuel
My tenacity
Hours or is it days go by before
I feel the healthy grassy rim
I bury my nails into the clean
Gritty dirt
I have made it out once again
I roll to my back
basking in warm rays
You can’t do this to me
Any more
This piece of paper declares
A real smile reaped
Lights my face
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Oh, sorry about that. Here's a handi-wipe. :)
This is really good. I love reading your writing!
Thanks Lucey, I appreciate the comment.
I absolutely loved this line, Randy:
I bury my nails into the clean
Gritty dirt
Good stuff! Thanks again for a great poem.
Nothin like clean dirt, eh Dohn? Thanks for always coming by and giving me a comment. I appreciate it.
I think tears and smiles can clean this dirt Randy... I love it so much... Is it a struggle thru salvation? Is it a struggle of a once lost soul that found it's way out?
so strong...so pungent. Absolutely wonderful poetry. Thanks for sharing gritty bits of your struggle.
Yep, Shamel I'm out in the sun now mostly. There are days still with lessons in them. The trick is to learn them fast and move through them. Thanks for reading.
Hi Alekhouse! Happy to share with you. I must actually. Its part of my self examination and healing process.
You go girl.
Going, going...
Randy, a poem of coming out on the other end--redeemed! This is a powerfully written poem--now bask in the sunlight dearest Randy!
I wish I could say my day in the sun lasted for more than a day, but not the case. Climbing out, over and over makes me strong though.
Hey! Those were my fingers grasping at your ankles! Thanks for the "hand up."
Glad you feel like you're out of the slime and into the sun.
Morning Chris :) Today is a new day. I will try to stay up here in the sun today.
I came by to say hello and to read this one again--such a wonderful work, Randy--it says so much in this piece. Bravo!
Morning ;) I see our friend posted a hub today. I'll have to go see what she reviewed this time. Catcha later.
This is brilliant :) You definitely don't need that handi-wipe though once you figure out how to fly.
Thanks for the kind comment fenzero. I don't seem to have master flying so much as crashing as of yet.
abcd1111 says:
2 months ago
This is beautiful. You took me there in all it's slimy, painful splendor.