It’s easy to climb:
Just don’t look down.
It’s easy to leave:
Just don’t ever
Cast a glance
Over your shoulder.
But easiest of all is
As easy as sliding down a greased pole
Into not-so-quiet desperation.
It’s easy to stay but it’s also
The hardest of all:
And the slow death of the soul.
I am posting this, a little late, for dVerse Open Link Night, where Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting.
A strong poem, with a message many don’t understand to be true for too many.
I’ve been there. Was there, too long.
Wonderful creation 👍
Thank you 🙏
A long easy slide into he abyss of despair. Well written.
Thank you, I tried to convey that feeling.
You leave us quite a dilemma with this one! And our choice changes everything forever after…
Never look back or regret those things… a great poem 🙂 thanks Ingrid
Staying is what we are asked to do…. and it seems easy until we understand that we are sinking into the quick-sand.
Beautiful. Staying, indeed, is a paradox. The easiest and the toughest. I love how you portrayed the idea, Ingrid.
Your words are filled with beauty and emotions.
Thank you so much 😊