Ascent

Staring up to the ceiling
She saw the plaster flaking
The building showing disrepair
Distraction no disguise for her shaking
 
The white marble stark
but soft and warm to the touch
She stumbled at the steps
The flowers in her clutch
 
She saw his feet
as the tears began to flow
Looking up she saw his body
Surrounded by an outer glow
 
The pain resident in her soul
Rapidly disappearing
She climbed the steps
towards him, persevering
 
Her ascent was slow
and somewhat extreme
Taking her hands 
he lifted her from her dream

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

 
Word Prompts:

Dream

Marble

Plaster

Resident

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