Ladder; A Poem

Jubilant as child on Christmas morning, only to fade just as fast.

Behind the wrapping a never ending ladder to climb; telling you over and over it’s going to be fine.

Neither party at fault.

You simply weren’t ready to be revealed.

In due time you’ll find a place to rest, found on your personal quest.

It’s remarkable how your environment influences your writing. Not one for poetry typically.

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