Etched into the wall
I pass it every day
Barely a glance in their direction
But now as my time here
-my time in this doorway-
Draws to a close,
I look at them more closely.
The little notches,
4 feet from the ground
Marking my ascent into
Who I am now
Oh what I wouldn't give then
to move up those notches
Oh what I wouldn't give now
To go back down those notches
As I look down those notches
Through the shrouded mists of time
I see the hand marking them
The familiar hands that raised me
I see the battle between
The two of us, siblings
Oh what we wouldn't give then
To move up the notches
Oh what we wouldn't give now
To go back down these notches
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