Alighting

Behind closed doors,
Descend stairs of the soul.
This night I will breathe easy,
Confidently alighting,
From one step to the next.

Bravely striding toward oblivion,
Where confines of the real,
Suffer transmutation to freedom.
Grace, resiliently overpowering,
Abolishes all hinderances.

And when the soul,
Sensing dawns approach,
Dictates stairs ascension,
The doors will be breached.

                 K.M. Shear 01-07-11