The rope I climbed into this Earth on
I could never climb again
Knots have unraveled
And I’ve come undone
Trying to stand.
I fell attempting to walk
I Sprinted- out of breath.
Toward an answer:
Every thing is mercurial in life
Change is capricious,
Constant and inevitable.
I’m in love one moment
Then hate- it seems all I am cable of doing the next.
Certain one day
Then I’ll spend a month, entirely perplexed!
The rope, I now think I may have fallen from gave me life
There is no turning around-
No climbing out
Just the current burn and if I’m lucky: then after, the healing.
Until I meet the knot that The Fates have tied themselves telling me when I’ve accomplished…
Or had enough.