Noble Climbing

 

I’m forced to the question of “Why am I here?”

Disrupted digestion and welling up tears

I’ve been working so hard to make this a home

A cold steel stack of cards, left to crumble alone

You’ve done nothing wrong, nothing cruel or malicious

Maybe loving this long was already ambitious

But another has appeared to catalyze reactions

Uncover all these fears, make us analyze attraction

Call it noble climbing through deep emotional muck

I guess it’s perfect timing, a deed of karmic luck

Waxing philosophical, appropriateness reigns

But then, I’m just as often full of hopelessness and pain

I try to view the story through my whole and higher self

And see this tale as gloriously told by prankster elves

Provocateurs and riddlemongers demanding we resolve

To both endure a little longer, and each spanning it, evolve