SLOP weekly picture challenge

SLOP weekly picture challenge

You painted the sky

Hung it with starlight,

Promised the moon

Would be my friend,

Watch over my dreams,

Smile me unto morning.

I slept easy

With nothing beneath the bed

But my slippers,

And looked forward.

As time passed

I grew into myself

Waiting for the gifts of heaven

To be revealed.

It would be glorious,

With your belief

Still holding me.

Even as the wonders

Of the world

Were laid to waste,

And stars burst into

A fountain of tears,

The heat

Of their scalding

Reddening my cheeks

I could not turn away.

I am a witness

To the fall.

As darkness deepened

In the hope it

Would lead to my salvation.

You summoned me to

Look upon the edge

Of the universe.

With what remains

Of the old world

A wretched folly,

Ill met by firelight

And lead me to see

What may be the makings

Of something new and wonderful.

I wonder

If there is space enough for me

On the other side.

Will this twisted,

Splintered ladder burn,

To leave me wretched

And suspended,

Slipping slowly from

The last rung,

Broken fingers

Barely clinging to the wall,

The final victim of the fall.

Or will you

Reach out

And gently, pull me over.