journey

regret,
the word i so often use
i wake to a noise,
dress for a hope,
glance in a reflection
and yet,
regret

ive fallen down,
this stairwell,
once before
every step,
a body part hits,
it doesnt hurt,
the 2nd time,
makes this the third

and yet i still
swell up,
i still whipe a tear,
i still brush off,
the dirt
and yet,
i start the journey

the journey,
up that same,
thousand mile,
stairwell
that still,
has the dried,
sweat, blood, and tears

from the first journey
up, down, and conclusion.