Recently a friend of mine made the comment that he didn’t want to get into any serious relationship any time soon. As he put it “I’m not ready to climb that rope again, done it over and over…” My response was this poem. Perhaps a bit trite and silly but it comes from the heart. I guess in an underlying way I hope he goes for it and climbs once more callouses and all!
The rope
You can climb it
You can slide back down
You can bleed, blister
Not makin’ a sound
The rope
Makes you callous
Makes anger and ache
Makes you stop in the middle
But never forsake
The rope
Ties you up
It bends til you break
Then it unravels or busts up
With every move that you make
The rope
You keep grabbing
Wincing in hurt
Makes you silent,
Til you’ve learned to be curt
The rope
Keeps you balanced
Makes you remember the pain
So you know when to knot it
Then start over again
