It seems all you do is wait.
I know what for.
As do you.
But is your imagination
bright enough to see,
loud enough to hear,
courageous enough to speak?
Do you believe you can cope?
Have you lost all hope?
Does fear hold you captive,
dim your sight,
close your ears,
silence your tongue?
Do you most hide
from lost pride,
knowing what you most fear
is already here?
Open your eyes.
un-stop your ears.
Loosen your tongue.
Resistance, too,
has already begun.
Yesterday I fell
by the wayside
where hopelessness dwells.
The journey upward felt
like a forced retreat,
no longer a climb
on confident feet
to reach the summit
where love presides,
where ego lives above false pride.
Instead, the slope had become slippery
and I,
and I,
and I
fell to my knees
my hopes subsided.
There is no time for this
I have decided.
I may slip again
and all my hopes fail
but, I will stay on freedom’s trail.
The climb ahead
becomes more rugged.
And I become stronger
the longer
I climb.
And I,
And I,
and I
will always go up
where skies are blue,
to reach others
willing to climb
up
from the other side.
This I promise myself
and I promise you.
annarino writes 