Little Steps
Burning ears
And thumping lungs-
The fleeting hope of Ladder rungs
Stretching 'cross the dawning sky.
Life is found in Light of day
While comfort Lingers in the clay
Where to go?
Where am I from?
O, the majesty of Ladder rungs.
Copyright © Jessica Cooper | Year Posted 2016
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