Spiral staircase

 

Walking up the stairs of my own self can be scary and eye opening. You are your own architect of life. Growing up you getting molded like pottery, no matter what, you have your own experiences. Each step is made of stone with words etched in place never left behind, yet saved always to be tapped anytime. With each step it can become extremely hard, however some steps are easy going. Getting dizzy with the spiraling emotion that's etched into my own inner child of growing up. Step after step tearing down the walls that will always scar, while some that can never come down will always haunt me forever. Some things that are painted on I stop, then try to remember why its on the staircase. If I don't remember did I block it? Did I just not want to know why the painting seems blank from my mind? I keep going  because it's the only way I can get stronger. The stronger I get, then maybe I can deal with the oncoming tornado that will hit. I need to run now because these paintings that are etched  Into this part of the staircase is a vortex that's too overwhelming and I'll slowly break down, then stop so I have to keep going. Why at this point is it like ice cold water trying  to chill my bones to the core? Running faster trying to warm up running away from these blocks of ice that are getting bigger. I'm warming up at least for a while never losing hope of understanding these things on the spiraled stairs. Going up I see rocks and at this point I feel boulders stacking up and I feel heavy yet I keep going while getting stronger trying to throw them to the wind at least for awhile. Like water to a dam I crash, and tears fill my face until a Blowing wind dries them up making me find shelter in this cave that the steps go towards. In this cave Many candles light the way. To my self I remembered coming to this place when a wind started blowing, and becomes overwhelming. In this cave it's Nice and dry while the candles comfort the time I rest until I need to climb steps again. It seems I still go here when I need to let go with walls that protect but sometimes can hurt others around me. Physically I can never go back. Yet how I got to these places again I'll never know. When I can go forward I notice more detail and as I'm climbing I see vines all across these steps. Some are withered,some weak, and even some strong. I realize my roots are many, yet some were never nurtured because of circumstances out of my control in a way withered forever, yet even still some of them are weak and needs watering. As I keep going it seems like the stairs end, however when I almost go over the edge I see tools with many objects figuring out what I need to build and that is yet to be known.

J.T.