Cognitive

Cognitive

Climbing with both hands tied behind my back,

The wall scratches against my soul.

Abrasive surfaces ready to attack,

Digging my feet into the edge, my body begins to roll.

Tiny infractions cutting into my knees,

They bend in ways you can not see.

Cracking the bones beneath the skin,

Twisting in knots that are visibly thin.

Stepping through my arms to pull them in front,

Snapping my wrists and breathing out my lungs.

The structural damage to the surface bleeds raw,

It’s mixed with the gravel as I keep climbing the wall.

Raising my arms, I press myself hard,

Pulling me forward, but not getting that far.

Exhausted by efforts that move inches at a time,

I glance down beneath me and realize I’m doing just fine.

Above the wall seems endless, but I know that I can make it there,

With callous hands to guard me, reaching back above my head,

The painful scrapping continues ripping, but it’s a pain that I can bare,

Until my fingers grip hold of the mounding, i will climb with my every breath.