Self Strife

It's easier to fall then climb to the top,
When you feel your happiness drop.
All insecurities, get in the way,
And it seems to be blocking my only way.

Up, I want to take each step, higher,
Like it's a need, ever so dire.
Though it seems to pile atop of me,
The top of my ladder is all I wish see.

Until the recognition walks into my life,
That some steps are broken, creating such strife.
Struggling to scale those invisible planks,
As if my heart never really sank.

Though that would only be false hope,
As if my heart trekked the tight rope..
It doesn't appear as if there's a way to get by,
Even though I honestly do try...