Sagging stairs

A love so strong must abide,

She believed, as she left to find

Herself, somewhere else.

She traveled, swam, camped, and climbed

To experience the world

She’d been denied.

She slept on sands of fine-spun gold

And reveled in the midnight sun

Until there was nowhere left to run.

She anticipated a grand return;

But the house was dark, empty, cold,

The stairs a mass of crumbled stone.

Without nurturing, love had died–

Understanding this, she sat and cried.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

16 responses to “Crumbled

  1. Beautifully done, Paula. How many find this to be true, I wonder?

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  2. This sounds so alive and happening to many everyday. Feeling was all over it. Thank you.

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  3. This is so beautifully written Paula. Without nurturing, love indeed dies.

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  4. Wonderful. Not to mention the awesome pic of the steps.

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  5. In time, with love, it might yet survive.

    My story!


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  7. So did I . This is so sad and it often happens people go off to ‘find themselves only to find they had only to open their eyes’ great post.💜

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