Sitting At the Top of the Stairs

Sitting at the top of the stairs Reflecting on my life Looking at the bottom Of the stairs A place I used to be and know I realize how far I've come And far there is left to go. It was always three steps forward Two steps back Uphill everyday Carrying a heavy Troubled filled sack Struggling not to fall Between the cracks And hit the ground With a bump once more. Just as I had many times before. I was never weak But much to strong Never knowing when to stop I just carried on and on Suddenly my whole world fell apart I lost my old self My heart ripped apart My childhood caught up with me And poisoned my blood. So whenever I feel once more like giving up I find myself going back to the stairs To take a look To see how far I've come And the battles I've won And where there was just darkness At last I see the sun And smile again. Peter Dome.copyright.2015.May.