Tuesday, September 22, 2020

I climb a thousand stairs, 
just 
to lose my breath.

nothing at the top.
three walls, the buzz
of fluorescent light,

say to me,
"there's nothing here...
this. a waste of time." 

No, I reply,
I know better. 
each step 

kissed my feet 
with grace. 
I am breathless...and alive. 


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