I am a creaking staircase; Letting others step on me and crack my wooden boards from their heavy weight and intimidating stomps. I am only a passing marker to their final destination, But nevertheless, they still need me. And I try to convince myself that my worth means something, Because without my support they wouldn’t get anywhere.
Without my support they would be stuck, No staircase to guide them up and away. So they wonder if it was all worth it; Carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. This shows me that I am necessary and I am needed, For without me, they wouldn’t make it to their destination.
Because they are running for a reason. And my staircase heart provides them the nurture they need to make it. My worth is not decided by the amount of cracks I have in my structure, Not by the weight I carry upon my steps, Not by the need to feel useful, But by the amount of souls I have helped reach their destination.
I have given my support to those that have used me, And although I should feel bitter my creaking staircase continues to give. Proving that I have worth, even if it's as much as a penny's. Proving that the weight on my shoulders has worn me into a comfortable state, like those stubborn shoes your mother got you for church. Proving that they need me, like a boat needs water in order to reach its desired destination.
I am a support system, A staircase to the places that people need to be. I am worth it. The weight that I carry is for a reason. The people who stomp on my staircase heart, at one point needed me. And although I am not their destination, I am part of their journey.
The weight that they are carrying is supported by my steps.