Climbing Out

Bottomed out
sanity failing
nerves MIA
mind akimbo

Ladder building
walls of abyss
lack footholds
airless desperation

Rung one: faith
believe in God
believing in me
climbing blindfolded

Rung two: children
a reason for living
grasping strength
carving a path

Rung three: writing
ink bleeding pain
expunging futility
clawing for purpose

Rung four: friends
holding space
remembering self
blotted forgotten

Setting goals –
minimize focus
count progress
millimetre milestones

knuckles scraped
ego bruised
perspective altered


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

32 thoughts on “Climbing Out”

  1. You create quite an interesting image here, VJ. The a ladder leaning against the “walls of abyss”. The rungs you describe ‘hold it all together’. I really enjoyed the idea of “mind akimbo”. It makes me put my hands on my hips and go hmmmmm. 🙂

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  2. This poem does an excellent job of reading like you are climbing a ladder, and giving the feeling of being afraid to fall. Thank you for sharing this. I like how it instills feeling in the reader, I really enjoyed reading this. I had to read it twice, it does an excellent job of almost forcing a re-read, because I was so strongly rooting for the narrator. Thank you for sharing this.

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