Winding Staircase Poem by Sarah Pesta

Winding Staircase



A long hallway with torches on each side
Leading to a path that I will be my guide

Doors are growing as I pass the fire
Getting to the top is my greatest desire

And at long last the path is at it's end
Something in front of me made me guess again

A tall staircase in a upward twist
A journey too great to resist

One foot is pressed on a step
I turn around and nothing is left

I kept on moving on with much at stake
Deciding this is the path I chose to take

Minutes later a light is shining in my face
I then come to see that life is a winding staircase

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