sometimes a flight of stairs looks like a mountain, and you lose heart at the first step. 
you feel like it just goes on and on, and you're back again at the beginning, the bottom, yet you've been there so often, you can't remember when you once lightly ascended, this flight,  and more flights to come. now you think of every step, grateful, but bone-tired. it feels like progress is an illusion. but you give me strength, and i go back to get you, and lift you to my chest, and feel your heartbeat in mine, and my breath deepen to carry your beloved weight.