Those steep stairs
I walk alone
thought I'd slip
sure I'd trip
come tumbling down
you held tight though
never let me go.

My path to walk
cycles of hell
Fire burning soles
Hand biting snakes
Lung choking ashes
you held even tighter
never letting go.

Close to the bottom
Letting go of the past
shed what not mine
my body trembling
shivers of fear
you still holding tight
your hand not letting go.

Once descended
I long to say
just two words
THANK YOU
heartfelt soulfelt mindfelt
for holding so tight
never letting go.