Saturday 14 March 2009

The Well

Walled in on all sides
The only way out is up

I tried to climb the rough walls
But every time I slipped
Or lost my balance
Or my arms got tired
Or my fingers lost their grips from pain

And I gave up

Then I thought about the man
Who saved us all
Betrayal
Humiliation
Pain
Death
He endured it all

I must follow his way
Ignore the aching muscles
Ignore the sore arms
Ignore the bleeding fingers

Up I climbed

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