You’ve found your way up, now find it back down.
Turn to see what’s gone before
The light behind a closing door
A newly pressed footprint outlined
On a marble step in recent times
Hold your gaze. Peer a bit deeper
Into the all too familiar veneer
Of shedded blood and dried tears
That mark the fight that got you here
Now step down
Yes
Down, into the black
Of a past trip to which you’d rather turn your back
Because experience’s acid easily corrodes
The gilded knowledge of a travelled road
Walk down those stairs – no, run, sprint
Note the broken steps, the mud, the mist
Find the first step, filthy and sliding underfoot
You’ve found your way down, now keep climbing up.
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