How do I climb the next step?
When all hope is gone, when all strength is gone,
With barely even a wisp of will left to go on,
How do I climb the next step?
Why should I even try?
It seems like there’s answers for every question except one, “Why,”
And that’s the only one I really need but I ask and, no reply,
So why should I even try?
And what if I don’t want to climb?
What if this step, miserable though it is, is where I want to spend a little more time?
Who can tell me when it’s right to move on, whose understanding is better than mine?
I don’t want to climb,
Not just yet, I’m not done with regret,
Not quite ready to let go, to forgive or forget,
To archive the memories, wash away the sweat,
Not just yet,
But I won’t take too long,
I know there are those around that need me to be strong,
That are on the step below and I know to leave them would wrong,
So I’ll be strong, I won’t take too long.