Broken Ladder
I keep climbing, but the top isn’t imminent. I keep sliding, but I refuse to crash to the bottom. So I keep trying, with the utmost persistence. My confidence getting frail.
Assaulted by your negative influence; your outpour of pessimistic energies, remarks and insults. You envision bringing me down, like quicksand. But I’m taking a firm grip. Fighting the sweat, blood and tears.
And I keep denying, my ever-present fears. I keep defying, I refuse to be compared, to all the failures you have made. The ones you have crippled. ’Cos I’m unorthodox, a different species. I declare that you won’t affect me.
You have my ladder crumbling under me. Your objective, my fall. To see me give up and give in. But to me, there’s no such thing. I’m pressing on, I’m not getting off. Overcoming these broken steps, grinding through the rigorous and steep path, to attaining my dreams.
Regardless of my frustrated posture, I know you can see my resolve. So why do you keep trying to demolish my ladder?
