Poem: Ladders

I just plain love this short little poem.

Ladders My toes are curled around the rungs of knowing you Acrophobia, this way on ladders They say it’s all a state of mind Maybe so, unbalanced anyway, up here without support Not knowing if your hand will steady me Fear only disappears in trust It takes a while, for me at least Hold on, hold on hold on Mostly in Mornings Days spent at windows, guessing life Expecting tiles to fly Knowing they will Solitude and no regret It’s needed mostly in mornings Not always I’m a good man when I’m alone But a better man in someone’s arms

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.