My cane strikes the ground
Searching for rubble
That will steady my hold
Hands shaking, I climb
Knowing that I have grown weary
Knowing not where I am
Remembering little
Or rather just enough
To get by in the climb
Stopping briefly
To relive the few moments
That would suddenly flood my mind
Putting on skits with my cousins in India
Playing crocodile at recess in Singapore
Kayaking with my sister in Florida
Singing to Jesus in Carrboro
Those songs that are the only
Lasting remnants of my mind
Those songs that are the only
Lasting remnants of my mind
And so I sing
As I climb
Pulled up by the same hand
That held me when I was born
That had been my mother my father my sister my brother
That had never let go
Through all of my climb
I look up, and thank God
That though I am in danger
Of forgetting who I am
He did not let me forget Him.
