Into the shadows cryptic stairs ascend,
Redemption awaits he who dares ascend.
Foreboding seeps in from the underground,
Mere proximity makes ones hairs ascend.
The despondent throw caution to the wind,
They with their errs, cares and despairs ascend.
Trepidation and hope their chaperon,
They clench the railing, whispered prayers ascend.
The gallant are remunerated when,
Into the darkness their nightmares ascend.
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Carrie Mayhem 
I have quite a list of “errs, cares and despairs”…and that’s just from today!
Nice poem.
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Thanks Simon! I know how you feel. No matter how many times I try to leave my errs, cares & despairs at the door, they keep following me in.
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Lovely and dark. And you picked just the perfect picture to go with your haunting words.
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Thank you! The picture is so fitting because it’s one of those rare occasions where the image wrote the words. I found these crumbling stairs while on a walk last week. I was immediately inspired. 🙂
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Old houses inspire me…they all have a story to tell.
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A self-motivation is an enlightenment of mind, empowerment of heart and enrichment of soul to arise, awake and ascend to achieve the noble and coveted goal even if it entails walking on its enervating path all alone.
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You really get me. 🙂
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LOL – You too;)
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