by Alexis Marie


so endlessly, sliding
so repetitively down
does the circle ever end?
Does the past ever stop
the present?

You placed two hands on either side of this
endless slope,
and with your feet
firmly planted,
there was an end
I never knew existed.

“How did you find your way in?”

You smiled,
but didn’t voice
the secret,
and I gladly stumbled
into Your arms of
the Future.

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