AngelHalfie

Ascending, in uncertainty, a tall and winding stair That is barely wide enough for me to stand, Subject to the same wind that whips my hair, And without a place for me to put my hand. I am blown by a strong gale of wind, Blown down, down, down into endless black. I don't know where it ends and begins, I don't know 'til I fall upon my back. Now I'm staring up at the blue sky, Confused, bewildered, and wondering, As the birds sing and the sun shines, If this might be the long-awaited ending? But no, it's not, as I soon find, For somehow they are unleashed… And as I run the demons from my mind Harass me, torment me, 'til I weep.