I remember very vividly how it came
Knocking at my door
With a loud cry I went to open it
Angry at first
But the message received
Was soothing to the ear.
Like pen and paper
Hewalked me through each level of my stairs
The stairs seemed so long
Yet so short
It was fun playing with Him on the way
But when He got serious
I knew I had to brace myself.
So technical the stairs were
That at some point I had to push a few buttons
And take a break
But He pulled me up and told me to learn from Him.
As the end of the stairs drew closer
Climbing got more complicated
It was as though my feet decided
The downward motion was better and faster than the upward
Until finally I was standing
Before the most beautiful person I had ever seen
Even more beautiful than He that followed me
And He asked
'How was your journey up the stairs'.
YOU ARE READING
JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
