Uphill

Matthew 7:14 14 How narrow is the gate and difficult the way that leads to life,and there are few who find it!  Uphill

 

What a struggle … all the way uphill.

Is it worth it that steep incline?

How to get down … a scary thought

I have no brakes for the decline.

 

The higher up … the more empty space.

The hope I had gets lost in it.

Even high up … I’m still the same.

Too late to turn I’m sick of it.

 

To pray right now … to be free from harm

while after all I‘ve got me here.

Time and again … the same mistakes

“Enslaved by self”, no thoughts of fear.

 

In self-made circles … I travel on.

All I do is go up and down.

I should have crashed long ago

in total loss no more around.

 

After a fall I get patched up

in a shop not owned by man.

And here I want to climb again

to get away from now and then.

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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