Which Way Is Up

Which way is UP? Mountains are hard to climb Tears are hard to hide Hard for the lost to see the light Hard for the light to shine when you’re blind Chains, cuffs and cages more prevalent symbolically Caught up in our own inner battles which hold us captive with the key dangling over heads Running, jiving, testing waters not meant to be tested Temptations so sweet yet the trap camouflaged with hopes to capture indefinitely Eagerly the heart of man chases the wrong things, failing to seek things which sustain life Disobedience so easy Yet to rid the DIS the rope which hung from the neck is not so easy to untangle Constantly running back to things which bring harm, shame, guilt, and pain to our most inner self’s Screaming, weeping and praying for those same things to be stripped from our lives Not even a roller coaster can remain on, at some point it needs to be turned off Quick sand looks lovely when you’re at a distance When you’re in it not so much The same hands begging in prayer Are the same hands which we deceive ourselves with The road is not so clearly marked For if it was not so many would be hopelessly lost ©StephanieGutierrez2016