Post by Lisa Arnold on Mar 18, 2005 7:27:04 GMT -5
Only inches before me,
awaits the stairs
which will lead me away
all my misery and pain.
I approach with delicate caution.
I have fallen down them so many time before,
I do not wish to take such a chance anymore.
I wonder is it my destiny or can I avoid it?
For certain, I cannot say, but I sense deep within,
if I descend these stairs, I’ll come tumbling down,
further than I have ever before.
The smother of my vacant life
is stealing the last breaths from me.
I am struggling to hold on,
but I’m sinking well beneath where I stand.
I carry such a burdensome load.
I wonder, is it possible for me not to fold?
I am forgetting the words of encouragement I’ve been told
as I buy into the vise of lies I have been sold.
I stand shivering at the top of these stairs,
so afraid to turn back and more afraid to go down.
I am frightened to face whatever waits down below.
Is it the beginning of my demise or the end to my misery?
Will it only represent more agonizing treachery
or will it hold and present the key to my happiness?
I will myself to take that first step. It wasn’t so bad.
Now I’m on the second step. damn, I slipped.
I do not take the chance and fall. Should I turn around run?
But there is nothing back there for me, so
I have no other choice, I must move forward.
With great hesitation, I take one step and then another.
I am halfway there and so anxious to see what’s at the bottom.
Only a few steps more. There’s one. Can I take the other?
I stand very still. I can’t breathe or hear anything,
except a voice within willing me to go on.
I hesitate before taking this one last step.
I am surprised to find
myself standing on solid ground.
I cannot believe I did not slip or fall.
I sense strength rising within.
I am growing stronger than before.
I am willing and, now, able to embrace
the rebirth of my life.
©2004 by Lisa Arnold
awaits the stairs
which will lead me away
all my misery and pain.
I approach with delicate caution.
I have fallen down them so many time before,
I do not wish to take such a chance anymore.
I wonder is it my destiny or can I avoid it?
For certain, I cannot say, but I sense deep within,
if I descend these stairs, I’ll come tumbling down,
further than I have ever before.
The smother of my vacant life
is stealing the last breaths from me.
I am struggling to hold on,
but I’m sinking well beneath where I stand.
I carry such a burdensome load.
I wonder, is it possible for me not to fold?
I am forgetting the words of encouragement I’ve been told
as I buy into the vise of lies I have been sold.
I stand shivering at the top of these stairs,
so afraid to turn back and more afraid to go down.
I am frightened to face whatever waits down below.
Is it the beginning of my demise or the end to my misery?
Will it only represent more agonizing treachery
or will it hold and present the key to my happiness?
I will myself to take that first step. It wasn’t so bad.
Now I’m on the second step. damn, I slipped.
I do not take the chance and fall. Should I turn around run?
But there is nothing back there for me, so
I have no other choice, I must move forward.
With great hesitation, I take one step and then another.
I am halfway there and so anxious to see what’s at the bottom.
Only a few steps more. There’s one. Can I take the other?
I stand very still. I can’t breathe or hear anything,
except a voice within willing me to go on.
I hesitate before taking this one last step.
I am surprised to find
myself standing on solid ground.
I cannot believe I did not slip or fall.
I sense strength rising within.
I am growing stronger than before.
I am willing and, now, able to embrace
the rebirth of my life.
©2004 by Lisa Arnold