Steeple Steps (By Mimi C. Mata) Poem by Mimi Mata

I cannot justify my transparent view
Of certain memories
Amidst the outpour...

A tear, in the storm of my soul,
Has suddenly only accomplished
Everything that is a child in me...

Leaving the woman; behind,
A corridor of steeple steps;

Levitated between seven stages of fire
And the soothing light and ease of water...

Am I only left floating,
Mis-interpreting unfamiliar wave-spume?
Or, only consuming all that is combustible? ...

Damnation of a woman...

What is it that you leave behind?
When the irony of your echo
Makes it's painful way through a wooden heart?

Splintered in the land of a man, or a memory:

Searching for you...
Only, searching for you.