you're walking up a flight of stairs, with a destination in mind
the destination has been thought about, planned
you've fought, cried, laughed, endured
oh, can you see it?
yes, how can you not
on you go, this time skipping a step to quicken the journey
so close;
It's right there!
one final skip
tumble--
you fall
"ouch..." you mutter,
as you reach for grip, the rails disappear
suddenly you're hanging on by one finger,
scanning for any inch of hope
the earth beneath begins to shake and hanging on is getting difficult /
your anxiety picks up and you feel yourself giving up
"..but I've fought so hard for this....." you say in between cries
You're not sure what you've done to deserve such abuse from life
as if you've been cast to feel pain and defeat
you close your eyes for a moment, to remember a sweet, soft past
drifting into slumber
cuing the darkness
letting the pangs and blows win
