your feet have stepped
on the same staircase
hundreds of times
in haste and in languidness
I can hear creaking of wood on certain parts
over-used with heavy burden
like a sigh reaching out from the lungs
a well-known and established path
has taken you on plenty of different journeys
some even made you question the steps you've chosen
and have I been unknowingly walking behind you?
funny, what kind of feelings time can stir up inside
what would it take to diminish your deep-rooted sorrow?
*Written for Magpie Tales #228.