At The Bottom of The Stairs
another woman –
somewhere in their mid to late forties
falls down,
some emotional stairs
and at the bottom –
they find me there
but i have nothing to offer
expect my kindness
and the experience i have
from the days when i experienced blindness
she does seem nice
and in her days gone by
i am sure she used a different brand of make up –
to highlight her telling eyes
and i know her swept forward fringe –
has been left out to dry
another person,
kind and warm,
getting caught up in the days of their life
memories sharp,
and they come with a bite
people can get lost,
and struggle to find the lights
they put their vulnerability on show
but it trips them up,
and they fall down those emotional stairs
and i admit, there was a time –
when it would have felt like a moment to share
but i no longer feel like that,
those type of emotions are a trap and a lair
and i know that for a fact
so i remove myself,
from the bottom of those emotional stairs
knowing in me now there is goodness,
and an even larger dollop of kindness and care
James Garratt – Thursday 25th April 2024
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At The Bottom of The Stairs – Written Thursday 25th April 2024 (Aged 49)
