A staircase to seemingly nowhere. I grasp the railing with my mind And struggle upwards to somewhere. Misshapen and misbegotten words plague me. Keep your eyes straight ahead and upwards Do not look back! Do not look down! Lest I plunge again into the darkness. God and love stand at the top and beckon. Struggle on! Struggle on! In your writing you will be set free. In my writing I have indeed done so. A staircase is only a temporary brother. Fodder for the pen and mind. But nothing to be feared, It's risers raises me upwards.