I started Stairsto glance back
over the dark dusty years,
and I glimpsed a little girl
her face streaked with tears.
I reached out my hand
and whispered come here, near me,
we have to talk once again
or you will never be free.
She came to me, eyes down
too afraid to see,
only a need for love
finally brought her to me.

 

We walked hand in hand
down the stairs of my past,
gently pushing on doors
that had for so long held fast.
As they started to open
I trembled in fear,
with the fainest of voice
the little girl spoke in my ear.
Sit down here, with me
lets wait for a spell,
as we sat and held hands
we found instead, a story to tell.

~Léan Eilís~

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