Unbalanced

I reached out for salvation

And instead grabbed onto the reality

That asking you for help had been my downfall.

And as I fell down

Over and over,

I tumbled over the word: Enough.

It was written on the stairs,

Perhaps by a friend.

I know how to read.

I should have stopped.

But again, I reached for your hands

Warm, steady hands

That reveled in shoving me down these steps.

Perhaps I’m addicted to the word: Survivor.