The Stairs
The luminous glow of breaking sunshine
is dimmed in the hallway
Leading up to my salvation
The shadows of past footsteps…
Lay in the steep darkness of flashing bulbs
Dwindling to a close offset by a backdrop
Of chestnut wooden planks leading down
Urge me to keep inching forward
Sweat drips from a brow unmaintained
By a damping cloth
It flows like hot maple syrup
Between my supple breast
I look down at the power
Which carries me upward and onward
The legs which grew apart
Were brought together
By a trek intent on pushing togetherness
The steps seems to last forever….
I grip the side-rails for support
But my hand slides every so slightly
And I slip out of balance with my stride
But I keep walking toward the light anyway
Love always, Esha ❤
P.S. This poem is featured in my new book Bright Side of the Pale Moon which is now available on Amazon.
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