The Ladder...

The ladder by which I have pulled myself up

Is so very tattered, and worn

Some parts of it splintered, and thin as a rope

The rest solid, as when it was formed

Some rungs are broken, with space in between

Where my feet have slipped and gone through

While the others, since built with a solid oak

Are stable; supportive as new

Every rung upward, is met with more rungs

Each slip downward, a test

To see how long I WILL stay on, this time

And to encourage me to just be my best

Me, the one created, the lone climber on board

The only one who can master this task

To meet every challenge this ladder presents

For me to grow, is all that is asked

Connie R Jordan... 082018