Pisaries Creator

Time often does not heal the wounded heart.
Our hearts have so been wounded many times over.
The fear of what I cannot stop bleeding.
The puddle grows to a massive size within me.
I am not sure how to contain this mess.
Neither those around me can either.
Countless hours I have fought against temptation. 
A flight of stairs turns into five and then ten.
My destination I have seen with the naked eye.
I can step near the edge, jump off, and survive.
People that watch are amazed at my skills.
I can fly like the rest of them.
My ability to transform to a different environment.
I do not pretend to be fake.
The heaviness exists around all of us.
He is as tired as the next standing next to him.
There are solutions to the issues.
The irritating noise around me can be drown out.
All it takes is a curve on the path.
Remember it is not only a dream but a reality.