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 and reach too.

This depth Imprisons me.
It brought Scare of the unknown.
“What ifs” was all I could see.
Should I have an answer of my own?

Then what would it have to be?
The world out there is scary.
I could be stung by things like a bee
A savior for me is not a fairy.

All I need to do is move my feet.
My savior stood at the stairs up above.
With hand stretched for me to meet.
I got the courage I needed to move.

With a light heart, I got to the top.
I stood with breath free of shackles.
Then it came up in my mind with a pop.
I was all I needed to get out of the lock and buckles.

I saw a world waiting for me to happen.
It isn't all as clear as the sky.
Neither is it dull or sharpened.
The difference is the steps I take to fly.

Amongst the birds, I freely navigate.
With the water, I flow.
To understand the world I concentrate.
On how to tackle my darkness fast and slow.

A deep wound takes time to heal.
Because healing only comes after hurts and pain.
I understand this now, so l stretch my heel.
Ready to run the race on the lane.

I will stumble, I will fall
But I'd do better than staying put.
I will rise and follow my call.
The beckon to greatness I won't stay mute.


© Keenah