Stairs

Metal stairs moving in motion, calves taught to stand upright. 

The gentle lean with the downward stare

Lives twisting into despair of life, a life not becoming

not becoming what we thought.

 

Onward, upward higher.

We, tangled into device, mind busy, heart frozen, guts sore

sore, bleeding, alone. 

Alone in the wilderness of thought untamed.

 

Hidden behind a smoky vizard

Sometimes gleaming, sometimes black, sometimes not there at all.

What remains? 

You. Self. Plain. Magic. Bold. Naked. Raw. Connect. Honest. Create.