Up, up and…. away?
June 15th, 2007
The seventh flight of stairs is so far the most awful.
It made me cringe at the thought that any of my steps could be my last.
The dull woods creak at the slightest movement I make as though warning me to be more careful.
The metal bars swing at my gentlest touch leaving me to rely on my balance to keep me from falling off.
“Shall I take more steps?” I ask every time I surpass a fragile platform.
“Or shall I just turn back?”
But every time I try to go back, there’s this voice telling me to continue climbing and stop worrying…coz if ever I fall, somebody from the friendly neighborhood is there to catch me with his woven web.
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