The 7th Floor

I ascended the spiraling staircase in the dark.
Not knowing my destination,with so many rooms to choose up there.
I kept my hand on the rail.

The first and second floors I simply passed by. There were things in there
I didn't want to spend time with today. Jumbled...a mess, chaotic.

The third floor was full of bad memories, so, I averted my eyes and kept
spiraling upward.

The fourh floor was an office full of debts and cuurrent and future commitments.
I paused out of guilt for a moment, but continued my climb.
The higher I went, the thicker the darkness seemed.

I was looking for a room full of peace, and comfort, but when I got to the
fifth and sixth floors, there was bitterness and conflct.
Brother against brother, disputes over every thinkable thing.
I shook my head and let the arguments fade behind me.

When I got to the seventh floor, there was only one room,
and the door was locked. Sealed it seemed for some time.
I wasn't quite sure what was there, but I heard the calming sound of a
waterfall, and saw a soft yellow light blinking through the cracks.

I reached for the knob, and it was warm. Not cold as steel as I had
anticipated. I jimmied the handle and pushed against the door hard with
my shoulder. I kept nudging it, and then, it finally broke loose and opened. Cracking, peeling paint flecks drifted to the floor.

An overstuffed chair, positioned close to a warming fire, sat empty
and inviting. A tranquil fountain sent fresh water cascading over the
seven smoothe stones arranged like a staircase. A mug on a table next to the chair sent the steaming aroma of fresh coffee out into the night air.

As I took one step into the room, I turned as you said "hello". You smiled at me
and jestured for me to sit.
I kissed your cheek, and melted into the arms of that wonderful warm chair, glad to be in your presence, knowing it had been too long.

I stared at the fire dancing in air, void of my troubles. You didn't even scold me for forgetting you. As I sipped my coffee, I thought
how glad I was, that just for a moment, I could rest my soul, and I was
still there, waiting for the return of myself.

When everything is coming your way, you are in the wrong lane.

When everything is coming MY WAY hell is freezing!!!