The Mind That Climbs Back Up

The Mind That Climbs Back Up

Some days I crumble,

Quiet and small,

Hearing the echoes,

Deep in the hall.

My thoughts turn jagged,

Sharp in their spin,

Cutting my focus,

Under my skin.

I feel the trembling,

Low in my chest,

Wishing for something,

Calmer to rest.

Still I keep breathing,

Pulling in air,

Letting my heartbeat,

Uncoil its care.

Moments grow easier,

One at a time,

Letting my spirit,

Rise from the climb.

I hold the railing,

Even when weak,

Finding a courage,

Faint but unique.

Some days feel heavy,

Yet I remain,

Learning the texture,

Of every pain.

Each time I struggle,

I rise again,

Chasing the daylight,

Through every strain.