Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Mended Staircase Story
i'll tell you as my body bounces with the train for one of the last times, i was walking down the steepest staircase, when it collapsed, not from weight but old age. and i hit the bottom well ahead of plan, bones all broken i couldn't even stand, i prayed for death to come and steal me away, to let me land one way or another. and one morning i woke up to the brightest light shining through my eyes and blanketing my body with the most comforting warmth. then i heard a perfect hum and i realized its you who had come. motionless you waited at the top of the shattered staircase, and i didn't need an epiphany because i knew what i had to do. i started on that staircase, i used my broken bones to mend the steps - why had i considered waiting for death? i'm stepping on myself to get to you, its all i could do. and my body is like cloth as i drag it along, every hour a second nearer to you - what were me and death going to do?