There are so many things have come into my life. I cannot count them all.
I shudder to think what I let slip by through self-abuse and alcohol.
Those days have passed, most thankfully. Not sure how I made it through.
If I look back, through that tiny crack, I see a zillion faces like you.
Faces filled with sadness, faces hiding shame. What weakness was this?
Faces that urged me to carry on, “Try this one, it will give you bliss!”
A zillion hard old bridges that I did not need to cross.
Could have turned out like so many who lay covered now in moss.
The steps I starting taking seemed like a zillion long.
The faces looking brighter and me just playing along.
Twenty thousand steps go by and a candle shines the way.
Still something lurks and weighs me down like sedimentary clay.
“Step higher, honey, raise the bar.” they called out now to me.
I had to burn the contract held to a tolerable degree.
More steps are mastered one by one, the end not quite in sight.
But surely now the signs are pointing to a life of less contrite.
Although I live a life that I must always keep in check.
I thank the zillion faces that were tough with no regret.
I send a zillion apologies and a zillion thank yous too.
To the zillion faces, who lifted me while I tried to eschew.
From my heart – thank you.