To Climb Is to Fall

I place a foot upon a rung
I pull myself up one more step
Looking down I have come so far

Rising up like the lonely star
Shedding yesterday in my wake
To Heaven I make weary climb

Each step and pull a weighted thing
Each step up a good deed I sing
Though not easy to be divine

I’m almost there, I hear the call
Trumpets playing through golden hall
Passing final rung, standing tall

Then I begin to
                            Fall
                            Fall
                            Fall

From
Grace
Into
the
clouds
below

Ladder
rungs
flying
past
in
blur

Cruel
  Winds
They
  Whip
Me
  To
And
  Fro

Then I land upon
                               Rock bottom

Everything here so very still
Everything here is so quiet
Allowed time to reflect on life

Countless missteps during the climb
Wasn’t perfect   I    never      was
Yet here I am at start again

Two choices, then, I have to me
Stay and wallow in self-pity
Or make that dreaded climb again

I cannot promise anything
But I can try to right the wrongs
Putting others before myself

Most important: I’ll be myself

A weary grip upon a rung
I pull myself up one more step
Looking back I cannot forget

No matter how far we have come
In life we climb
In life we fall