I've climbed the stairs to heaven
too many times to count,
I've battled many demons
in my world of the lost and found.
Times I've made it to the top,
needed a helping hand;
to pull me to perfection,
I could not seem to stand.
I stumbled back a step or two,
had fallen to the ground;
I told myself I had fought too hard,
I will not lose this round.
I stood back up wiped away my tears,
proceeded to the top;
fear had caused me to look back,
to recognize the drop.
Overwhelmed and startled,
my legs began to shake;
I lost my footing once again,
but realized my mistake.
Look straight ahead, don't look back;
kept playing in my head,
it has kept me on my journey,
Though I've not made it yet.
I continue to climb to solid ground,
to make it through the door;
though many battles have been lost,
I will not lose this war.
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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~Amanda~
