Stairs

I sit here on this cement step leading down to my abysmal abode. The full moon at my back does nothing to soothe my seething soul. I tell myself that I wish not to be trapped of my own accord in the very halls I so despise. Yet one brief foray above, to the place where my family resides grants no reprieve; just a reminder that the reasons for my seclusion dwell in the actions of one. A brother's choice brings his brother pain. But no blame is cast on him; I do not begrudge him his happiness. And yet, his choice confuses me; selfishness and immaturity, malice and manipulation confront me with a female voice. In the interests of peace I hold my tongue; But how long can I last? How long until my convictions and pride overcome all forced barriers? A gentle breeze picks up and quiets my musings; I let it brush my face, fingers of the wind feeling like a lover's tender touch on my cheek. I allow myself imaginings of happier times and I descend into reverie as my body descends the stairs.