As I child I’d sit and play on the basement stairs.
I had a handful of broken toys
That suited me just fine.
In those hour’s I was in my own little world.
A world I’d found was only mine.
I wouldn’t let my siblings join
They wouldn’t even if I’d asked
I was content being alone
Alone as all the hour’s past.
Up and down those stairs I’d go
To places only I could see
My mom would open up the door
And looking down, see only me.
But I was never quite alone
Surrounded as I always was
With all the people in my mind
I’d built a little world for us.
A place where pain was not allowed
Always silent
Despite the crowd
A place where my bullies couldn’t reach
They couldn’t hurt or pick on me…
A place where drugs could never exists
So I never had to deal with it.
A place where I was never judged
Where I had friends
Those stairs were everything to me
They were any place I cared to be.
Any place my mind could see.
And I was never cold or scared
I was never left to cry
My father never walked away
My grandmother was still alive
My clothes were never way to big
And I was loved by other kids
My toys were alive
My fears were not
As long as I was in that spot.
I had great grades
I was good at math
I never showered
I took only baths
No one talked about the thick glasses I had.
I never wore them
I never waited for my dad’s return
I had enough focus to learn
In my own world I lived my dreams
I never had to stitch the seams
As long as I was on those stairs
My reality was so far gone
I didn’t have a single care
In my world was where I belonged
As a child I’d sit and play on the basement stairs.
I had a handful of broken promises
That suited me just fine.
Because in those hour’s I was in my own little world.
A world in which my hope had never died.
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