the steps

the first step to healing
the hardest to take
shoes filled with lead
shoulders carrying weight

the second step to salvation
turning to face your fate
one look in the mirror
is fuel for self hate

the third step to recovery
walking out of the shade
far too long hidden
tangled up in red tape

the fourth step to a remedy
the demons we face
locked up inside memories
hidden deep under mistakes

the fifth, final step
do not be afraid
the refuge you seek
call it out by its name

let go of control
but hang onto your power
the real you still buried
a fresh, new hour

truth has a way
of being found out
the thought of that freedom
is what life’s all about