Three Steps Poem by Desiree Whitamore

right, left, straight.
three steps to get you out.
turn the wheel and feel the pressure
feel the tears come down.

dont wake up the baby
dont stomp up the stairs
dont you dare wake the parents
they reallly wouldnt care.

slowly pack your bags
turn the lock and sigh
figure out your money
figure out the time.

right, left, straight
three steps to get you out.
all you do is breathe in slowly
all you fall is down.