climb the stairs to the clouds
and hold yourself
to the breeze and every piece 
of peace you seek

i know, we know
it’s a long way up
each step higher, 
the wind blows stronger

so hold yourself
to every piece of steel 
that’s left on your arms
over your beating heart
before it’s too late

as the sun goes down
clouds will swallow
no sound of earth 
sometimes you just need 
to leave it down there
and reach your soul



Poetry Prairie – 2016