I have known loss
Been lost
Struggled on the bottom step
Where the dark hung
Like large wooden beams
Forcing me to bend and scrape
To cross to the other side
To reach the next step

And my knees tore
It’s always my knees
That bend insufficiently
So I bled
Sometimes it felt that
I bled too much
But what is too much
If I finally discover
That vanity
Was my obstacle