Stairways go up . . . AND down
To Mr. Stubborn, of course! Who else?
You whisked me away, saying I wasnít she,
The one who has lived forever in your dreams,
I wanted to scream and ram both our heads
against a wall for the sheer senselessness of
You know your error now, but do you know how
the knowledge of that denial burned a
within my chest, a void left so vast, so deep
it was impossible to fill, except, of course,
Iíve always wondered how that loss
mirrored back, had affected its creator, a . .
Was denial the only way to run from the pain?
Whatever, know that none of this matters now.
My heartís desire has not changed.
I am here still whenever you are ready
to admit what you already know as truth
and accept the reality of who WE are.
By Shirl A. Steward, 10/11/2005.