My Ladder

I don’t wrestle with God;

I wrestle with man

From when I first cried

To now where I stand

I’ve been pushed down

Had tears on my face

Wiped my snot with my sleeve

Did I have a place?

I couldn’t shout

Not like I can now

As this kind of toughness

Was earned with know-how

God knew who I was

But yet I felt lost

Because the people around me

Thought they were boss

I can look in the mirror

Good grasp on my fears

I didn’t know I could do it

Yet, I am here.