Climbing Poem by Ruth warren

Climbing up a mountain
Pulling myself higher and higher
Out of the pit of misery.

Things seem to look brighter
Grass is growing, birds are singing
and the sun emerges from the clouds.

Then you start to slip
Lose your grasp
and down you fall.

Not quite to the bottom
Just teetering on a ledge
Could go over at any moment.

Do you have the strength to climb again?
The pain of my cut soul
Burns like a fire.

The anger, hurt and frustration
Come flooding back into my mind
The fight for survival starts again.

Over come the fears
Search for the holds
Rely on the support from before.

It's going to be difficult but
I'v done it once before
So i can do it again.

Try to remember i'm not the only
One out there. There are other climbers
Fighting their own battles.

Searching their own souls
And conquering their own mountains
How many mountains do i have to climb
Because the ledge seems so near?