Messages from My Soul

Stairway

STAIRWAY

For life is but an endless flight

Of stairs piled up by time;

E'en though ne'er was the summit in sight,

We humans ascend, in so that we might

The terminus find of so long climb.

We brave the heights with no sojourn,

The prize at the apex in our soul;

Notwithstanding if we be frayed or torn

Or crush or muted, dazed or worn

Or if away we fritter near the goal.

Many upward go, sans glancing again

At the tears of a rotten past;

And forgetting the moments when

We writhed and ached at hatred then

And cursed the joy that did not last.

But often, while in search for the final stair,

Where the stairway leads we find;

Yet we also learn that what we need to enter there

Is what we discarded at a lower tier

And thus we have to look behind.