I’ve reached the top step. Many voices have told me not to look back, but I do.
I remember the first step, and I remember I had thought the climb might be futile.
But it hasn’t been.
I remember a missed step midway. I fell a few steps down, and thought I wouldn’t be able to climb again.
But I have.
I met a friend. We climbed together. Till a different set of stairs went another direction, and she chose those. I was alone again, and thought this might not be my path.
But I kept climbing.
Now looking ahead, I see an empty path below beautiful white marble arches. I don’t see its end. For a moment, I ask myself if I am where I was meant to be.
But only for a moment.
Because I know the answer, and I start moving forward.
This post is inspired by the Write Tribe Festival of Words (March 2019). The prompt for 8th March is the picture at the beginning of this post.