Stairs of no regret

Walking down

into the basement

I remember

my old house

I had the same

stairs

in my basement.

I used to go

to the basement

and 

dance.

It was huge and 

open and I could spin

and dance for hours.

It was my escape.

So as I walk

down these

stairs

I do not have 

that same

feeling.

There is no

need for

me 

to escape.

There 

is no 

need.

I smile

as I hear

the steps

my feet

make on

these stairs.

I put my laundry

in the washer.

Our clothes

are all mixed 

up.

I can still

see mine

and this makes

me happy.

I start to go 

up and

the thoughts

in my

head are

very clear.

Even as I am

going down

these stairs,

or different 

ones 

I continue

to climb.

And I feel

no regret.

That

I am

sure of.