Poem about stuff in my head right now. Thanks for reading.

" The Ladder "

Repeatedly I've climbed the ladder with missing rungs
Fallen down and gotten back up
Hesitated, and tried to ignore the bruises
But somehow a little hint of each one calluses over
And makes a scar tissue that grows

I've tried to paint rainbows while I've been towards the top of that ladder
I used my favorite colors, but they always bleed
My own fault, no one else's
I just can't paint with this brush I've got
The bristles are getting so thin

Maybe I should stay focused on the ground
With what I know
And throw paint on the sidewalk
Maybe I should launch the ladder in the river
Or the fire
Or grow some morning glories on it
And try to get it to be beautiful, useful again

Maybe I should just fingerpaint

BJH
12/4/2006

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That was pretty kick ass. Best line was obviously the last one. I think this would is very applicable to many different people for many different reasons.

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Thanks. Sometimes I like to configure my misery with a little hope and a splash of humor. Of course I had my own interpretation for it, but it's written so anyone can make it fit their own mentality. You nailed it right on.

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