One Shoe and Splintered Hands- Madelyn Miller (edit)

Maybe I am in over my head

And a ladder balances there

It's above me.. Out of reach

Daunting.. Dismayed.. Dismal.

I did try you know; To climb it.

Arm then leg.

I splintered my hands

Maybe I am in over my head

Its a pool of mossy muck above

I did try you know..

To cross it.


Sloshing and slithering..


I lost my shoe to its dense silt.

Tried prying it with pliers but left it instead..

Maybe I am in over my head

With my one shoe and splintered hands

It is better at times to pluck a splinter

or leave a shoe than to sit across lagoons

with festering flies

or under rickety pegged ascending dowels.

Mucky water leaves you coated it it's minerals..

And ladders are made for progression toward the butter clouded sky.