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Diaries Of A Dream Keeper
The Climb (an obsession)
29 Aug 2003
The tree grows taller
As I clumsily try my luck
With its knotholes and footholds
Every day I do this
I climb only so high
Until my fear of falling stops me
I come down
Defeated and red
Resolving to succeed the next day
The morning is as every morning
The day like every day
Until I come home from work
I'm thinking about the promotion
Should I try for it?
No, never. Rejection will surely follow.
I drop my jacket and begin to climb
I want to get to the top
I need to get to the top
The trunk seems wider
And the branches look longer
And I halt in a cold sweat
I know the world must look beautiful from up there
I start to move again
No, I will fall
Down I go again
To tell myself I'll do it the next day
And I do try. Every day of my life I try.
This piece was an assignment for a creative writing class. I chose to write symbolically about a man who wants to make his life better and move up in the world but is too afraid to try.