Contrary to Popular Beliefs.

I see the end

there is not a bright light

just a cloud of cobwebs.

Above me

steps

I can’t remember

ones I danced on

and I do recall dancing

giddy with fulfillment.

Spiraling below

so many

more steps

promising

so much more

once you make them yours

opportunities unceasing.

Steps seem to rise

beneath your weary aching souls

when in fact

they are descending.

Contrary to popular beliefs.

None of these things matter.

Once you

see

they end.