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.
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