Motivational Poem: Crawling

I’m crawling, climbing,

fingers dig into the dirt.

I’m falling, slipping,

My feet backslide a little.

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Teeth grind together.

Stinging, raw fingers find grip again.

A journey I weather,

ascending the mountain of Life.

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I see pits in the rock face.

Gnarled hands reach out to snag me.

They say to give up the race,

and claw a fistful of my shirt.

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For a moment my strength leaves.

It would be so good to let go.

I want to give in to their pleas,

I want to stop this work, this effort.

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I let the hands pull me down,

inching me toward the pits in the mountain,

where I will let myself drown,

in the dark grasp of my sins and sorrows.

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A glorious flash of light shines.

I look up and see the top of Life,

where light and joy divinely entwines.

The promises there speak in my mind.

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“Well done, my faithful servant.

You have remained on the path,

vigilant and observant,

and not let yourself stray away.

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So many have fallen

into the pits of the mountain.

You could have crawled in,

but you kept on and never stopped.”

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Those future words are enough.

I rip away from the hands.

My bloody nails grip the bluff.

Heart aching, I scramble up.

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Each inch higher is a pain,

each pull a tough struggle.

But all of it is a chain,

to keep me from the end.

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I feel a strength that’s not my own,

helping me to rise,

and scramble over rock and stone.

I will keep moving on.

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The eternal rest at the top,

is worth all this temporary agony.

I will not, can not, would not stop.

So, with steely resolve, I will slowly crawl.

Hey, everyone! I really hope you enjoyed this poem. Sometimes I feel alone and helpless in this journey we call life, but there is a God who is always watching over us, and we can take heart in that and keep on for Him! Don’t lose heart, my friend.

Until later,

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