Taking the Stairs

 

Breaking my heart again.

Falling down my crystal stairway.

The brilliance of the dawn

replaced by a golden epilogue.

 

I try to find my feet,

but like my Faith,

they have forsaken me.

 

Strive as I might,

I have never

found a use for the word

“Thrive”.

It’s as if the syllable’s

a jester,

mocking me

and haranguing my mental state.

 

Once burgeoning epithets

die on the tongue

and I have no strength left

for a counter.

 

Still,

I remain.

And time,

as the ocean tide,

returns to me my buoyancy.

Lifts me up

and places me back

at the foot

of an Escher’s staircase.

 

Wounds fresh,

but healing.

Somehow,

I lift my eyes again.

 

 

HG – 2021

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