There were days I couldn’t climb the ladder,
Or was I even on it at all?
It seems as if I climb so many mountains,
Never reaching the next,
Maybe I had conquered them all.
I seem to be repeating at times,
Falling into valleys, deeper then one should go.
No one can see me here,
Climbing all alone.
Not one person can really understand,
All this sorrow I have born.
The distances I have traversed,
Places I have seen,
In darkness and shadow.
It can be told of all the depths I was pulled out of,
The heights to which I had climbed.
This story of great,
The triumphs and falls,
Are written here on the scars,
The scars on my heart.