The Climb

When I got paid
In my dismay
Presented was
An abundance.

I cannot understand
My calculations
But it appears
I have enough.

Enough to buy the children clothes,
Pay the credit cards
And health-caused woes
Soap to wash the laundry with
Feed the cat another dish.

What I lack is judgement
Holding on to he who cuts my soul
Watching, as I bleed and ask
Just one more time
For as if I were
Human
And worth only something
That one cared for
Or about.

But I see that isn't true
I thought I did not have enough
But it wasn't me - t'was you.

I noticed I was wasting time
Clinging to what is not mine.
I have stood in lines so long
I felt I wasn't strong
And this must be my fate
I thought surely I was too late
Only leftovers from here
Discards, wastes...

A man at work today
Said pinto beans were better
Once they'd sat a while
And another man agreed
Ironic that it could be that way.

I do not feel well tonight
He won't give up without a fight
I must protect what I have earned
The dignity to prove and learn.

I've felt so long
I'm running out of time
I need not keep what isn't mine.

Tote my things to place in proper corners
Where my valuables stored as I only wish they could be.

I stand at the foothills of the life of God's intention
Looking up does hurt my neck
And I feel so overwhelmed.

I cast my figure eight
And hold my line
And webbing's weight

I took a step
And for a moment
Felt it take my breath away.

I could fall
And I could die
I take a breath
And hold the line...

9-11-09