Stepping on Stairs

As I kneel in front of the stairs,

knowing the that there is something special uo there for me,

I looked at the faces surrounding me,

all smiles above me.

There's this certainty of life,

happening as I look towards 

them.

A step forward, and I give them the best of me .

The smiles starts to fade away.

As I step back, nothing has changed.

All the smiles and the love has returned.

Standing there I contemplate on a 

very conflicting life 

on ideas of being a new person,

a person of few misfortunes,

I feel the eyes of my family,

ripping my skin apart,

pulling the fake facade,

with piercing bullets, and bloody words,

to present how hard it is to change

your core being.

First step forward

the face changed behind me, 

As I glide up the stairs,

the connection between ideas 

separates and builds my own new, precise, and fresh story.

However,

Reality begins with the uncertain of actions

that brings the humility which leads me to these words.