The staircase winds
Steps ascending
Sprawling endless
Into the distance
Before us
Footsteps echoing
One by one by one
Upon each stair
Trudging on
Just the two of us
Somewhere along the way
Another set of footsteps
Began to lead the way
They were tiny and unsure
And we followed, joyfully
Eventually those tiny steps
We helped along the way
Grew in strength and confidence
And went their own way
Took a different stairway
Alone and out of breath we pause
To see how far we’ve come
In our view we see broken steps
We tried to fix but were left
Broken, left dangling precariously
Somehow we keep going
Without a guardrail to keep us safe
We cautiously ascend at a slower pace
Aging footsteps dragging
One by one by exhausting one
Holding hands we stop at the top
We look out at the landscape below
It’s then I realize if it hadn’t been for you
I wouldn’t have made it here
I wouldn’t have made it at all
I stand holding you, and gaze down at our life
Golden horizons melt the ends of the earth
Hiding the dark tunnels we had come through
The sun sparkles off all our crashing waves
And what once felt painful, now I see was paradise

This was amazing… I loved it. Beautiful and hopeful. This is why you’re my favorite.
Always trying to set my eyes on the endgame.
Thanks
Ever upward, ever higher
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Ah, the rich rewards of remaining, for better or worse — when so many opt to flee… Thank you for the powerful reminder!
I was afraid nobody would understand it that way. I am glad you did!
A beautiful love story touchingly told. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you.
I’m moved by this one. Beautiful!
You should just write a book of all your work. You just blow my mind every time I read your poetry.
Footsteps echoing
One by one by one
Upon each stair
Trudging on
Just the two of us
I picture you and your husband echoing these steps and wondering what’s to come ahead.
Excellent!
I would buy your book if you ever distribute it.:)
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What a beautiful journey!
So beautiful. Wonderful take on Romantic Monday!! This is TRUE love right here.
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Beautiful . . .