Closer To The Sky Poem by Maya Hanson

A desert
One endless pillar
sticks out from the rest-
a sun among clouds.

A miniature mountain
rising up from the
Rolling waves of
Pain.

Maybe if I
Climb, he thinks, I’ll be
Closer to the sky.

One step at a
Time, leaving footprints in the
Sand.

The dangerous steep trek
His feet enveloped in dirt
like an overflowing pile of bad news
blotting out the good.

The reward, reaching
the climax
A grassy patch,
just grass just grass just grass
no hope.

He sits on the
green
topping the
miniature mountain.

Hiding everything,
Showing nothing,
With a blank face
He looks out at the
gray sky and
spots another pillar
sticking out from the
Rest.

This one
An even brighter star.

Maybe this time,
he thinks,
there will be
Hope at the peak.
Maybe this one
will mark the end
of my endless journey.