I thought I was moving up.
But I’m really only following lines in the sand.
It gave me joy. Every rung I climbed, the feeling that I was enough..
But when I looked down, the pit was there.
Within my reach. Waiting to swallow me whole. Just as easily.
As though I meant nothing.
I wonder if I would ever measure up.
I thought my ruler was bigger than yours.
But we’re measuring different things.
Always out of step.
My ladder turns to dust. And I am falling.
Maybe if my ruler matched yours, I would move up.
But at the top, I know I wouldn’t be me.
My ruler is simply lines in the sand.
But I will keep climbing.
For that feeling.