Stairway To The Skies

I've never been religious but I wonder....a lot.

For what seems like an eternity lost in my misery and darkness, kissing my wrists to shiny blades - I have cursed God for giving me life. Almost a tragedy, I have knocked on Death's door once or twice, feeling like the Devil and his beloved serpents have all eyes on me, waiting for me to take my final breath...hoping I make a mistake of a lifetime.

 

Can't believe I'm still alive...but still lost in my dreams and wonders. His eyes still watch over me despite all my cursings to Him and sins I may have created. Someone upstairs still believes in me and watches my every move. I start to believe and wonder about my last day on Earth when the clouds open up for me and I travel the stairway to the skies.

Reviews

[Y.F.]

Someone seems to be floating on clouds, and I can't say I blame you. Two poems about the sky with two very different meanings to them - one religious and one talking about the endless number of possibilities standing before you (though one could perceive this as religious as well). I'm sure you have nothing to worry about if there is a god, yet you shouldn't take the word of a non-believer. Good work