Lately, I fear being pulled under.
And, so, ladders appear everywhere:
across the street, next door, near
my porch. Even here,
inside a monumental marble-walled
museum, a microcosm
of skill and beauty culled from
the whole blue marbled globe
we inhabit. And so, I am
asking for the courage to see
how to rise above, to find one step
up, one step back into hope.
This is the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo– hope to see you tomorrow for the final poem in this year’s series.
Check out other participants at the NaPoWriMo Challenge 2017 home site!