Darkness below my feet,
light above.
Ascent my only option.
Sharp voices beat the cold bricks.
Icy, worn stone
made hundreds of years ago by icy, worn men.
Darkness bites my feet
threatens to drown,
as I look up at a brilliant, warming light.
Not alone
yet
alone while
blackness crushes me...
Emerging beneath
warmth,
beneath life,
I look down and know...
with ascent,
there is descent...
and darkness
patiently
patiently
waits for me.
