Climb The Wall

Colorfully disorganized rocks

All shapes and sizes

Some easy to grasp, others further of a reach.

Can you make it to the top?

Can you ring the bell?

Fathers take you on adventures

Fathers push you to be athletic and to never fear the uncomfortable.

Though mine isn’t here physically, I can feel him, pushing me through life’s disorganized quest.

Climbing the wall of uncoordinated shapes intended to challenge.

In life I challenge myself to push on, one arm in front of the other, one foot at a time, I’m working to psych myself into all things my father would of instilled in me.

No challenge hard to overcome but a lesson to be learned.

His absences is my worse nightmare but the fire that fuels me.

Climb the wall

Colorfully disorganized rocks

All shapes and sizes

Some easy to grasp, others further of a reach.

Can you make it to the top?

Can you ring the bell?

Fathers…