A poem for my english class: Theme, Determination
The Glass Stairs-
Those stairs are never ending,
Rising up,
Like the sphinx in the sand.
They gleam with shards of broken dreams,
But not mine.
They glitter with the jewels of lost riches,
But not mine.
I climb them,
My steps even and smooth.
I’ll keep trekking on,
But don’t throw stones,
Because even these steps of mine could break.
Your glass stairs may crack and crumble,
May disintegrate into the dust of the ages,
But not mine.
I repair my dreams,
Though their wounds are jagged and deep.
I heal my treasures,
So they may stay with me forever, like rain falling from the sky.
Your teardrops are falling from the heavens,
Like leaves from the maple.
Golden with never fulfilled wishes,
But not mine.
Those glass stairs are never ending,
And though they could break beneath my feet,
I keep climbing.
I won’t be the one,
With my dreams and treasures floating past on the wind,
Spiraling down to hell, where they lay to rest,
To stay without a chance of revival.
So, I keep climbing those glass stairs.
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