Theory of Ladders (a poem of sorts)
Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 6:19 pm
We all fall into our own wells
Most people have ladders
Most people are born with those ladders and no matter how rickety they are or how far the climb at least if you have a ladder you know it's possible to reach the top
Our wells get deeper as the years go by
Each of life's trials and tribulations will add a layer of brick to the top
If you have a ladder you can add to it, you will have a base to start construction
I've tried to climb my way out of my own well
My fingers are filthy and bleeding, my nails broken
I've fallen more times than I want to remember
My whole life has been dedicated to climbing but I was born without a ladder
People who love me try to lower ropes that are string thin and they always tear or fray under my weight
There are others like me born without ladders
Sometimes on a sunny day we can strain our necks and tilt our heads just enough to feel the warmth from above
Other days it rains and we become afraid of drowning
We call to Each Other
We remind eachother there are sunny days
We try to comfort those of us being pelted with rain
Most of us cling to those bits of string being given to us
We try in vain to braid them together, to make something more substantial that can hold all our heaviness
Some of us tire of trying
Some of us look those strings around our necks
I will not
Most people have ladders
Most people are born with those ladders and no matter how rickety they are or how far the climb at least if you have a ladder you know it's possible to reach the top
Our wells get deeper as the years go by
Each of life's trials and tribulations will add a layer of brick to the top
If you have a ladder you can add to it, you will have a base to start construction
I've tried to climb my way out of my own well
My fingers are filthy and bleeding, my nails broken
I've fallen more times than I want to remember
My whole life has been dedicated to climbing but I was born without a ladder
People who love me try to lower ropes that are string thin and they always tear or fray under my weight
There are others like me born without ladders
Sometimes on a sunny day we can strain our necks and tilt our heads just enough to feel the warmth from above
Other days it rains and we become afraid of drowning
We call to Each Other
We remind eachother there are sunny days
We try to comfort those of us being pelted with rain
Most of us cling to those bits of string being given to us
We try in vain to braid them together, to make something more substantial that can hold all our heaviness
Some of us tire of trying
Some of us look those strings around our necks
I will not