A deep wound takes time to heal and thaw away.
Some pains are meant to be excruciating
I chant these to myself every day.
Stings of bees meant to be hurting.

The days I could barely see the Light.
The days my legs go weak and won't budge.
The days, mockery kept my head low and spite
The days my tears spill out and smudge.

When I trip with no one to pull me up.
My world was painful and dark.
I found a stairway but could not see the top.
Scared of of what awaits me may roar and bark.

I stood rooted, in the middle of nowhere.
I shuffled my feet at the slightest sound strange.
I see things that should scare me out of there.
The courage to move wasn't in the cheap range.

Deep down, I knew all I had to do.
I had but option two
I could stand for decades and be due.
I could follow the stairs...